The scent of sulfur is consuming me
As I open my mouth and try to breathe
Matches lie all over the floor
As I’m watching blue flames engulf the door.
A trail of red gasoline lines all of our things
We are finally victorious in this smoke
Silhouettes dancing along the walls
Soon to become ash
Bursts of orange highlight our past.
I wrap myself in blankets to remember the heat
As beams fall and everyone stares from the street
I close my eyes and can feel your heartbeat.
Shadows walk the ceilings
Take it slow, what are we afraid of feeling?
Yellow outlines the paint that’s peeling
Skin from bone
Take my hand darling, let’s go home.