smoke fills the air
and the flames
they reach the sky
with wailing and yearning
its the fire that makes things die
rapidly evaporating every little thing
to ashes and simple little twigs
so i sit here in this circle
waiting
my thoughts, they flutter
like moth towards its end
as the fire slowly burns him
i lose my wings
waiting for my turn
i slowly laugh
but secretly start to cry
my eyes keep on burning
i can't stay awake
i can taste the burning
on my skin
the sneering through the wind
still can't hear them calling
i'm fluttering
i look toward the heavens
going through it in my mind
how did i get here like this
wondering