This world burns like fire
It burns our memories deep into our veins.
Our scars are ugly and inerasable
Violent against our skins
They are but mocking reminders that
Once you loved and were loved too
But from you, love has turned away.
He left you like the sun leaves at dusk
Leaving you crawling and groping about
Blind in the endless dark.
And when you open your eyes
You will see
Bright colourful balls in the sky
Bright like how his smile used to be
And you will remember
The world is
Burning, burning, burning
Gone.
And you along with it.
The last extinguisher has just ran out.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is deep, i like it, darkly beautiful!