The beauty and the grace
Following close within this grave
Amuses my soul
And creates this view of loss.

How gorgeous this scene could have been,
How immaculate this emotion could feel.
Though, I am empty, alone
Confused, in death.

The embers, spiraling within themselves
Leave beautiful patterns along the sky.
It's refinery swallows my guilt
I know I shouldn't feel this way.

This tree was God's creation,
Yet I let despair engulf it's flames.
I destroyed a living creation
With my very heart.

This was never my intention, you see.
I wanted to be in love
To be grasped by every direction
Is this my own denial?

I ended this
I created this
I envied this
I loathed this.

Why did I burn this life?
Why didn't I just watch the leaves...
Watch them spiral alone
Without fire?
 
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