You ask…

Crime of passion is where I laid myself to rest. Burning inside me lied, now the question posed: What really happened to me?

High temperatures unbearable, and only increasing. Overwhelming every soul touched, making sure every soul destroyed. Creating a haven from the ruins left behind, this is where I have made my home. Who am I supposed to be?

Flames from the war surrounding, eyes unable to adjust, smoke becomes my vision. And yet, I know you’re not there. When were you ever?

I ask myself at night, “How am I supposed to be this person? Was I ever?”

I light the candle and begin to feel it everywhere, to see it in everyone.

Where did it all begin?

Posted by:Maravilla World

Come see 'bout me.

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