The fire inside my heart
Burns low.
Low in fuel.
Low in heat.
I can't feel already.
How low?
This world is cold.
They don't care.
She cares.
The fuel cares.
But the fuel is low.
Leaving me.
Alone.
She knows i can't survive.
But the fuel goes.
How long?
How long will this fire inside me burn?
How long will the chicken run around without its head?
The blood is leaking.
The fire is dying.
The motivation is gone.
A spark here.
A spark there.
Losing everything.
All of it.
Left.
Gone.
Death.
