All that Remains

Of Cities and Taunts

A city

So full of dreams

Broken

It bleeds

Builds

It prospers

Each person, a soul

Making up this beautiful place

I press the icy blade

To my blazing skin

I want to know

If I will bleed

Too

I want to be a part of this

This living, breathing THING

This void of opportunity

And this place of dreamers

What will it take to be a dreamer?

I want to be one

A lover

I have so much to give

But I don't know where to put it

This place

Makes fun of my glass heart

And paper skin

Talks behind me

Almost as if I can't hear it

Taunts the stories

Written all over my body

Even though

It leaves its own memories

Scars

Yet, I want to be a part of it

Many others with wings of fire

Set themselves aflame

Not afraid of burning

In fact, it seems

They want to burn

Turn to ashes

Fly away in the wind

And so they cover themselves in gasoline

They light a match

Staring until it burns to their fingers

At which point they are perishing in bright, blazing glory

They have passion

Power

They don't have anything to lose

So they might as well

Give it everything they got

What will I have to give up

To be here

And like them

But still remain myself?