I was told pain fades, but my scars won’t leave me.
Nothing hurts more than the ashes in the sky, making me whole.
I was told hope dies last, but the flames outlived it.
Nothing feeds the fire better than a shattered soul.
I was told to burn all I have, but there is nothing left.
Nothing burns fiercer than my hate, out of control.
I tell you to run away, but you won’t be able to.
Nothing will keep you from escaping my inferno. If you