Burning Paradise II

i'm running on fumes?

no,

i'm suffocating‐

to wake up to a world on fire,

is just death's cruel taunt

and it surrounds me‐

hope has burned completely away,

what's left for this flame to consume?

but me?...

there's no part of me that hasn't died,

nothing left‐

how much time must be lost, burning in this paradise?

i'm burning my feet standing in what suffering has befallen

never do my eyes close,

i lay wake in the absence of freedom's promise

with the polar opposite of my desire dangled over my head

everyday‐

waiting for the last of the sands of time to burn away

in this burning paradise

trapped in a dread whose flame has become existential,

this fire does not consume me as i wish it would‐

i can't even remember, my last breath of fresh air

the same glow that cast out all the darkness of the night,

burns up my memories,

down the bridge to joy,

and brings a fiery torment by the day‐

as the smoke rises,

so the ashes fall‐

in this black rain,

is my burning paradise‐