burn
by: classic violet

Frozen. Decades pass
and go.

Glide by the sea. By the trees.
Past the glass, in the corner of
sanctuary. In the middle of the road,
the sun cuts the sky, outline the galaxy;
the universe is so small.

Disasters. Disappear. Forever.
Oh no they don't.
Haunting memories collide,
break down.

Polaroids remind us
of our happy-go-lucky
days of yesterday,
when the sun was a ball of gas
in the sky,
and things didn't matter so much,
didn't hurt so much,
Oh god...

burn. down my throat,
tears shatter on the floor.
The sky shines bits of light through
the window, casting memories on the wall.

and it hurts, it burns,
it's too much to bear.

when will it end?