Lying
awake with sorrow, fearing those with pity
I’m
not trying to escape my home, by name; my Burning City
To
cope and then forget, something easily I have learned
Taking
all that’s left of me after all of me was burned
Ghost
of my past enter with the decaying of my city wall
From
the very flame that started this to the ash that ended all
Darkness
of my memories, the sorrow of my past
I
had fear of losing this but I hope my life burns fast
No
more broken promises or the fear of being forgot
I
would have thrown my life away if I knew the pain it brought
Now
with all I’ve gone through I fear it is too late
Although
my surroundings are burning I built too strong a gate
I
never should have dealt with this; I should have given up before
But
because of the long delay I’ll have to put up with more
No
escape or exits to my Burning
City
-Stormy
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