Sometimes I wonder if it was my hands that lit you in the first place
Or my eyes that watched yours flames grow bigger and bigger without doing anything about it
Was it me that let you grow and fill my lungs with your nauseating grey clouds of smoke
Could I have ran away? Or was I not trying to run away at all?
Every entrance that seemed like a way out always ended in more of your smoke blocking the way to the light
Now I was in going in circles
And your smoke got thicker, more powerful, feeling impossible to exstinguish you
You weren't just filling my lungs now
Your smoke was seeping into my skin, my heart coated in soot, and my brain becoming a small fire of it's own.
I see that i'm becoming a part of you now
Just another spark in your flames
What I was running from, now seems like home