Ashes

I don't see the point anymore, With no one to reach out to— No one who'd console. Fetching for the matches, Fetching for the stick, I light it up, My lungs burn slick. Ashes, ashes everywhere. I can't see, i can't breathe. I hear life bustling outside, But I'm empty—dead inside Ashes, ashes everywhere, I look at the glowing stick And the flowing air. Ashes, ashes everywhere, I pick up the stick, Hearing it crackle in the thick. Ashes, ashes everywhere, It trembles in my grip, And time begins to slip. Still flaming, still lit— I press it on my thigh, feeling it hiss. And it all goes quiet, But where's the bliss? - 14/05/2025, 15:01.