the end

your eyes are empty 

words are blunt

even when you face the fire 

oblivious to the destruction 

so absorbed in your own world


you don't hear me as I scream for you to run

you feel like stone as I try to move you 

The heat is ripping through me 

and you're still sat, 

cold and stone 


do I burn with you or do I run

will you treasure my ashes  

or stay sat



◄ Bad Day

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