mlöö

As the flames get higher

our cracking empathy seems to burn

with all the things that are close

I don’t feel good

or do I ?

I can help no one

I feel so selfish,

but I haven’t done anything

this wasn’t the time to go

or was it ?

I wasn’t ready, I guess you weren’t either

trees blocking the moon by the midnight

air feels so cold, so do I

empty mind, that’s all I feel right now

It’s too late now, too late to say the words you had to

I can’t understand, is this how things are supposed to be?

Life, or whatever you’d like to call it, was too short

Now I see that nothing is predictable

I’ll hold your hand.