I'm burned out
The cold ashes
Fill my lungs
Not more than
Grey and black dust
The leftovers of
My flames
Red and orange fire
Burning bright
Instead of light
It's now all darkness
As if in my heart
There was an abyss
As if in my mind
There was a sea
That killed the fire
That had burned in me

I'm a flower faded
The petals fell of
Covering my lungs
Not more than
fallen leaves
The dead memories of
Being alive
Blue and white blossoms
Growing in the sun
That is now gone
It's all rain
As if my eyes were clouds
With tearsdrops cried in pain
As if they were enough
To fill a sea
That killed the flower
That was growing in me

I'm a dead dream
The sweet venomen
Soaked in my lungs
Not more than
A tragic wish
The bitter hope for
a happy end
Colorful ideas
Once held high
Now to deny
A childish illusion
As if my thoughts
They were a prison
As  if my feelings
They were a sea
That killed the dream
That was me.

I'm gone
To a point of
No return,
A fire doesn't
Un-burn
A flower can't
Un-fade
No one ever cared
For me or my dreams
And now it is to late.

I'm gone

Remaining

Are just the leftovers
A distant memory
of what once
was me
Successfully destroyed
by my own mind
and society.

-A/N Kind of feeling like this currently....and like experimenting around a bit with my writing style. Hope anyone like this.
Keep burning and stay human,
Sero 💙
Ps: You might want to check out the great author justme0786! I honestly rushed through their work....-