Pieces tear off,
Things fall away,
Stripped from the body,
Naked in the grey.
Debris smashes in,
Twisted, bent and broken,
Falling ever faster,
Bruised and bloody token.
Taken from the body,
Stops what I can,
Burnt from the soul,
Limits who I am.
Colours all gone,
Flames frame the view,
Staring down at home
Coming to destroy the few.
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