The fires and screams had subsided I was left alone.
Left alone in these ashes.
Ashes of torment.
Ashes of shattered love.
The ruins of a love that never really was.
Only in my foggy heart.
Some light remains.
Light of hope.
Oh hell no.
The light of hatred.
A deep contempt.
I watch as that bastard masquerades about.
As if I am the bitch.
He tore me up.
Lead up so high.
Just to push me right over the edge.
Edge of a cliff that I would just climb back up.
I am the embodiment of passion.
Passion for hate.
Passion for Love.
Passion for life.
Life in bitterness.
Jaded innocence.
I almost trusted.
Almost let it all go.
So I stand in the ashes.
Like a phoenix rising just before dawn.
If you stand there just long enough.
Just a little while longer.
You might see beauty.
As the last words of remorse leave my lips.
You'll see it in her.
My last piece of true beauty.
And I let it go.
AS the flames die and the screams stop.
All that is left is silence.
The silence only found in death.

 
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