The sky I look at is filled with black smoke.
In it flutters the remains of my past... once hidden... once denied.
It has finally let itself show.
Now I understand it was I who had lied.
I took those letters, all those pictures.
Drenched them in kerosene and struck a match.
I've never seen such a beautiful batch.
The fire danced and licked the sky.
As my memories just passed me by.
I let the poison fill my chest.
As I lay down next to the flaming mess.
Finally able to rest.
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