Burning in the skies.

I used the deadwood to make the fire rise

the blood of innocence burning in the skies.

I filled my cup with the rising of the sea

and poured it out in an ocean of debris.

We held our breath when the clouds began to form

but you were lost in the beating of the storm.

And in the end we were made to be apart

like separate chambers of the human heart.

I'm swimming in the smoke

of bridges I have burned

so don't apologize

I'm losing what I don't deserve.