The burning fire consumes me As I look around and watch My world tumbling down around me. Is there anything worth keeping Or is this all for the better somehow? I sit and wonder Looking, listening, watching As the fire consumes me Wishing for one magic word That can put everything back together. Does such a word even exist or Am I merely not destined to find it? As I watch my world end, Consumed from within by the fire, Consumed from without by forces of hatred I realize that I will miss it. My final, stray thought is to wonder If it will miss me.