The world is on fire
It burns while we fiddle
We fiddle and we dream
Of a world on fire with love
The world burns
Burns away, bit by bit by bit
Ashes fall, black snowflakes
Swirl in the muck
We forget to weep
On the outside always looking in
Alone in dark woods illuminated in red
Red on the horizon
The heat growing
Safe, alone in the dark
An illusion
Illusions are safe
The world won’t take me
The fire won’t burn here
No one sees me
Even now, even while I scream
The world is on fire
Blind eyes turn to the sky
Iced coffees exchange hands
Stave off the heat
For how long?
Loneliness is like ice
Ice that burns like fire
How many people burn?
Am I burning?
Am I part of the world?
Or a part from it…
The world is on fire
It burns while we fiddle
I hope the song is good
Sing me to sleep
Sing me to sleep
Play me a song
Play me a song…
For the end of the world
The world is on fire
Watch as the flames dance
Twist and flicker, flicker and burn
Entranced
Entranced
All is well
All is well
Alone in the woods
I weep
Alone in the woods, I watch the world burn
And wonder
What could have been?
About the Creator
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