Firebrand

burning-bridge
She awoke every day
torch in hand
burning bridges at every turn
not caring on who it might stand
And then the morning came
where there was no flame
because not a single bridge
remained
It was then she realized
how cold her world had become
with loneliness
her only sun
DRM 2015

Image from http://www.stevelaube.com

Inspired by the line: “She lived like a murder but she died just like suicide” by Soundgarden

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