*ੈ✩‧₊˚ ʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴᴋs. ʜᴇ ʙᴜʀɴs He thinks: They want to push him the fire And watch him burn His diseased bones like sticks and logs Feeding the raging streaks of amber and ruby The flapping pages: filled with words he never said, regrets he never shared, hopes he never manifested Die with him Reduced to nothing But whispers of crackling His soul is in ashes As it leaves this painful world Rising and fading like the swirling clouds of gray Until there's nothing left but a beautiful light display And even the walls he's built up to the stars, The walls he's built around his aching heart Can't save him from the creeping flames And the saddest part is, He lit this fire While he falsely believed The tears they shed Were tears of joy *ੈ✩‧₊˚ ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛs thumb: pinter3st (made on canva) writing: 100% by me (rose_ink)
