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The fire reflected in its own opposite
As if a forbidden meeting taking place in my own tear
Embers burned through the rotting flesh of fallen giants
Turned into a shelter for the undeserving
Built from false blood and wasted time
I stood on the barren land of a lost childhood
A stark existence
Many worlds have been created in that small prism
Smoke once puffed through the sturdy chimney, of a broken house
Holes have been drilled by small creatures in the very fabric that gave me the title of 'ghost'
The seams of old once warm sweaters destroyed thread by thread
A past once present in my own skin
A feeling of bitter happiness spread through my decaying body
My broken heart, and my crooked smile
Years taken and splayed out on the withering fields of my mind
Rose fields of first love murdered with flames along with the already falling building
It's seen a million days, and maybe only 100 faces.
I know its paths better than my own mind
I have walked through every door, every removable barrier between privacy
I remember the days I have spent there
The people I have met in its very walls
And now I have destroyed it
Every sour memory that has carried along with every step I have taken inside of it
I feel I am doing what it takes to cope
I have lost all the people I have shared many memories with
The people that have loved me
Though the house I have loved has destroyed my very sanity
The whispers I believed moved through the walls
Of the people I once loved
In the house I now hate
I am burning down my known existence
The memories I have made
And it feels right, and now it is done
With the flames I once avoided
With the fire in my heart
And the fire you may see
But do I feel happy now?
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"For the fire may destroy, but the fire may create a new will to live."- Another random thought I got as I lay in bed one night that inspired this poem.
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