Tinder sparking in your chest, turning to raging hot fire ripping through your lungs
burning burning your throat as the words are thrown from your mouth
like flames that are hungry for destruction and hurt.
They reach everyone in your path, clearing the way to leave wastage and ashes behind,
spent and forgotten in the past.
This is your present: grey, empty, air choked with scorched ambitions hopes dreams.
The color is drained from everything, consumed by the fire that was of your own origin.
There are no stars to give light, just an ink black sky that no longer holds its secrets open.
The destruction pushes everyone away, draw inside yourself further, you drift in the grey and slowly fade. Your colors are lost in the fog of being forgotten. It's your own doing, but you have no way of stopping it anymore. Wait to be remembered, for someone to notice you're not there, and wait forever.
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