I feel
like I'm stuck in a world,

with fire on the walls.

Burns to open my eyes.


Burns to feel at all.

I think
about what I had thought long and hard about doing,

taking her life.
But
no one would win.

Would I be able to apologize?

No.
Because I would be stuck down there,
with no where to go.

But
if I take the risk and open my eyes,


It seems to me,
That I was only having a bad dream.
And that's what was about to be.

Stuck

in a jail cell,
Here

by myself.
Until

I would



F




A





L






L.
Deep

down


into a dark hole.
Of
mistakes,
blood,

soulless bodies,

and
her.

The last one I took.

Until I
was next.
She took me
with her.

She took me
with her
to the place with fire
on the walls,
the place she now has to call

home.

And all this
would have been because of me.

The soul of her body
that needed


revenge.