My life has been forever changed.
My childhood gone and innocence hanged.
To have what you do desperately crave 
held in front of you,
Then dead before you.
Excuse the tears and swollen eyes
But my castle is ablaze and it's fault of i
I stand with the gas on my hands,
him with the lighter.
A product of loathing and hope collided
Hardly lived yet so decided.
Though planned by second
Gone just as quick.
Someone catch my breath
Because it's been taken slick
from my very lungs with a puddle of blood.
With hurtful impulse
but continuance of love.

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