Fast,
Everything moves on too fast
From a little spark
To a raging fire
Seeing the fire,
I perish
I break
I crumble
Sharp coldness dances about my gentle warmth
Scarlet ooze along thin red lines
As I watch them run free
Inviting prominent white lines to settle on me
When the sun rises again
And the birds don't mourn anymore but sing
Everything seems to be at its best
As if there wasn't a raging fire yesterday
And the only memorial of that horrible memory
Is nowhere else but on me
By rainbo_ebony
