It fills lungs,
It clouds eyes,
It stops hearts,
It fills rooms in dark wispy tendrils.
It'll grab your hand
Dragging you to a dark room
To lay in an eternal bed of ash and flame.
Splintering wood and,
Shattering glass surrounds you
As you lay down your head.
Looking up as the tendrils,
Release your weakening hand.
While hanging over your head it twirls,
Like a mobile over a baby's crib.
Your eyes dropping as the sound
Of crackling and screaming lulls you to sleep
Like the perfect lullaby.
Flames wrap around you,
Warmer than any blanket you've ever felt,
The bending floors underneath you,
Rocking you slower than any chair.
The blazing fire is the last you'll see,
Screaming sirens the last you'll ever hear,
And smoke wrapping around you like a warm embrace...
The last you'll ever feel.
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