Black roses ; a book of poems.

Words I wanted to say.

I sat there not moving,

thousands of things go through my head,

I see the fire,

it's coming out of my lungs,

the taste is bitter,

like drowned cigarettes,

the fire,

it's trying to escape,

I feel it rising to my mouth,

the words they burnt my lungs,

ash ash ash,

that’s all that comes out.