Colours of red and orange erupt and everything burns so harshly it's as if it had rained gasoline, waiting to be later lit by a singular match.
Everything I built comes crashing down in mere minutes, reduced to rebar and ash.
Surrounded by remnants of what used to be, I stand there, trembling as everything around me collapses.
My life deteriorates in seconds.
I start to run from it all, leaving what was so hard to achieve behind me.
While running, I notice I can no longer hear the shallowing of my breaths or the heavy pounding of my footsteps.
I collapse- just as everything that was once considered home had: unceremoniously;
Within seconds, a dull ringing begins and my hearing creeks back.
The ringing begins to turn to buzzing that slowly whispers into a voice. It sends chills down my spine.
The voice grows, becoming more cruel and unforgiving with each second that passes. It begins to tear me apart.
The voice echoes, hunting me down. My kingdom has burned and maybe I will burn too...
The voice is cold natured despite the roaring het threatening to kill me. Rage? Bitterness? Shame? Resentment? I can't quite pinpoint the source of the heat.
The voice is my own- a mixture of me and the ones who have each taken a brick away from the wall. I scream myself raw, simply because it dulls the nonexistent comity stabbing me in the back from all those who have stepped foot in my court.
I have nothing left...
My kingdom is burnt, my walls are destroyed, open for the monsters both inside and out to mingle in the courtyard over tea. Extorting the flaws in my plan, pouring salt on top of still healing wounds, judging my every breath as a ruler.
But why would the monsters stop when I start screaming?
It is within their nature. Monsters are real and they are dressed as people. People with sweet smiles coating their bitter center, wearing gowns and jewels cascading throughout my palace. Monsters are real and they are the cracking voices inside. Voices living under my crown, inside, ruling the ruler herself.
In the woods I sit, attacked from all sides, screaming and bleeding while picturing the once frost white floors of my kingdom filled with people, perfect and untouched, as all was.
AN: Only use first 30 seconds of song
