Purgatory

in my mind

the world's on fire

one day I'll be free

from such flames

everything burns

but when I touch the flames

it's cold like frostbite

acoustic strings

accompany these poems I write of you

flames crash down

one day I'll find my way out

one day they will see me

and I'll be rescued from this destruction

maybe they'll hear my screams of help

the passing of time

is my reminder

as these buildings collapse

and the supports become charred and weak

like my knees in the midst of my anxiety

I just want out

because no matter

the brightest flame around me

and these burnt skeletons

it's a cold and lonely abyss I'm in

these flames crash down once more

will you push me away to the great unknown?

do I wish to forgive my own sins

while yours are still bleeding out?

your lies are just fears that are honest Devil

do I know where the truth begins?

one day can I reach for your heart

and call it mine once more?

save yourself from my tender hold

don't allow me back in

save yourself from me

it's a pathetic dream of mine

walking these burning streets

I dreamt I saw your figure standing there

stranded by all you love

or attempted to

chained to the building

with silent pleas for help

you're too prideful to call out to me

the flames aren't cold to you

they're burning your clothes

and the smoke suffocates your lungs

until finally you scream

acoustics begin again

but now the piano plays

it's melancholy and bitter

I lie in the middle

of the winding road

we're both stranded on

I lie just out of your reach

and meet your eyes I've fallen for

I hear the screams of other ghosts

of their past torment

and I can't tell if it's all in my head

or if I'm alright

your face doesn't reflect

the recognition of seeing me

or hearing the screams

you're closed off from everything inside

the chains your connected to

are rattling from attempted freedom

but to no avail

the building is burning down

and collapsing around you

I lie there

unsure if I could've ever saved you

I now know why

you never saw me

I found my body

buried underneath the charred rubble

from where I started walking

these desolate roads

I am dead

though I still feel the fire

maybe that is why it is frostbite I feel

instead of burning flesh

I was a ghost

and the dead do not speak to the living

but on the brink of your own death

there was a glimmer in your eyes

of recognition

and I wonder if you saw me lying there

in the midst of the glory of the chaotic fires