Dedicated to Typhon Draconis, the man who tried his damnedest to take me down.
R.I.P.
~~~
The fool sifts through the ashes
Hunting for charred pieces of the past
Looking outward at where he once was
Questioning why bridges don’t last
~~~
That bridge burned long ago
And all was destroyed in the blaze
Nothing left but the blackest of memories
Drifting off and fading into haze
~~~
Those who survived the explosion
Took refuge to heal and move on
But he who ignited the blast
Comprehends not, why they’re all gone
~~~
As he gazes at mountains of ashes and smoke
To others he pins all the blame
How could they all have done this to him?
His whole life… just more of the same
~~~
Ceaselessly stuck in stagnation
The lessen is lost on him again
Incapable of grasping the reality
That all of it came from within
