I am swimming in that smoke,
Left behind from all those bridges
Which I have burned long ago,
Reckless and angry,
And watching the ashes pile up
And float away like black snow
On the breath of nature.

I am piling those blackened bones
Left behind from all those bridges
Which I have burned long ago,
Bitter and sinful,
As it all crumbled and fell
Right through my fingers,
Like sand in the palm of my hand.

I am making the fire rise,
Left behind from all those bridges
Which I have burned long ago,
Sadistic and foolish,
As a halo of fire danced round my head
Like a crown given to a king,
Much worthier for a throne than I.

I watched as the blood of those innocents,
It burned in the skies,
Misting my hands and my heart with a
Sweet crimson rain that never washed away;
No matter how many times I tried to cleanse them.
And so they shall remain-
Those piles of blackened bones;
Those ashes floating on the air;
Those fires dancing in the heat of madness;
That blood,
Burning in the skies like a vengeful
Flame,
Come to take my innocence
And claim their vengeance.
And so I shall remain.