Gotta get out, the smoke is blinding me,
Seeping into my lungs, suffocating endlessly.
Gotta escape before it kills my soul,
In this burning house, I’ve lost control.

If your world revolves inside those fiery walls,
Then everything's aflame, as the structure falls.
But how could you know, caught in the blaze,
That your reality's consumed in a smoky haze?

Every wrong turn, a potential burn,
Each small step, the house might overturn.
With every movement, fear grips tight,
In this inferno, there's no safe flight.

I crawled my way out to clearer air,
Dreaming of freedom from this nightmare.
Yet still I see forests and houses alight,
Surrounded by voices in eternal plight.

Reality's subjective, in that burning place,
Where memories and beauty vanish without a trace.
Innocence, hope, and dreams turned to ash,
Leaving behind a haunting past.

So I ask you now, what is reality?
What's the point of suffering, this painful duality?
I wish to extinguish what smolders, rebuild anew,
And find a home where dreams come true.

So here I am from the ashes, I rise anew,
Building a home where dreams come true.
Out of the firestorm, I find my way,
Creating a future from yesterday.

By: Ms. Burning House

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