Fainted Breaths: Nothing Left
You can call the fire
hoping it burns my soul.
Wishing I wither to dust
in the dawn.
Pray nothing comes out of me
but friction on my bones.
But I'll come for everything
I'm not that coward anymore...
I promise if you fan the flames
I'd be fire proof in the end,
the only thing that bothers me
if I begin to blaze I'd be left standing
with nothing left.

© fruitfulodyssey
#fire #overcome