Waking up; light the spark
Realization leaves its mark.
This poor heart; cracked never broken
Always left bleeding; scars open.
The fire catches; burning away
Erasing every trace of yesterday.
The smoke floats up; escape
But still the memories haunt; mind rape.
The fire’s snuffed; the bed’s been made
No one’s innocent; no one can be saved.
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