''The house is on fire and she's inside, don't even turn to say bye'',
My extremities shortened, and coldness shuddered in a grayish dye.
Cables inside my head burned, and onto the cold ground fell dead,
Imagining flames burn her screams, as they screeched off from the bed.
Air felt heavy while I stood apoplectic in despair,
I wanted my feet to move home and get me to my lair.
The damage I felt was intense and hard to repair,
The venue of my life seemed to fall though I could just stare.
His eyes turned to the wooden closed door,
With an speechless sight I followed footsteps he left on the floor.
Adrenaline burst in a million sparks,
Voices echoed in the song of a thousand larks.
An emeritus position in your heart would be my last pain,
It would shatter my soul and tremble shame.
The car moves tremendously rapid throughout the road,
The gravity in my neck fulfills the fear in heavy load.
Darkness disperses in blinks of deep light,
Burning fire piercingly destroying my hope and might.
The needles reconnected again pushing in,
A fierce fight of flame and wood, making my soul lean.
Constellations of vivid colors swindling the shine of stars,
Burning tires impulsing vastly a black mustang car.
The house lived on fire and my vision turned cold red,
I turned to the fireman in a glimpse and angrily said: ...
To Be Continued
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Are you happy?
Keep your luck.
Are you lost?
Keep looking up.
Looking Up.
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