Minutes ago, my life stopped, turned around, and looked at me
It had those hazy, vacant glaze that could mean a thousand things
Also, it could mean nothing, just growing indifference

There was fire under my bed
A blazing inferno like armageddon is here
I shrieked and sighed
Thought the world is at end
Counting moments, 
Throwing away letters now I won't send
I was alone, half asleep 
Drunk, and half awake to see the world spin
I fumbled, and mumbled
And wandered if I could atleast save anyhting
I saw a few pictures
On the wall they were my friends and lovers
There were a few books
But I was looking for some blood on the covers
I saw a writing on the wall
That said "I can't be what I'm not"
I took it and kept in my heart
If there was anything else, sorry, I forgot
There was my baby's face
Looking like a June morning with eyes straight in my heart
I took it too with me
Maybe that look will give a new loving start
There was a pianting I drawed
Though so erratic, it looked like a rain is coming soon
It was in red and yellow
And a melting human staring at a gorgeous moony boom
I stepped outside my door
And saw the fire swallowing the ashen skyline
A silent crowd inhaling
And staring at their world for the very last time
I don't know what were they looking for
Maybe things they lost in that fire
Or the beautiful end that came so close
Burning everything that everyone desired
I left them alone in their trance
Carried my own baggage full of my past
Beside me my own world was crumbling down
But I had no time to watch how long it'd last


Like a giant eye in the sky, fireballs rained down, like an upside down volcano
Flames like the one I painted, and left on my wall, in bright orange and red
Only this one looked more like a saint, though I wasn't sure who were the sinners