i burning it one by one..
the scattered words,
the flattered memories,
the aborted promises. all.
i set a campfire in my room, i hang it in my ceiling.
i didnt need any candle or sheath of roses anymore,
i want this room more bright and look fine.
i even didnt need any sandwich or wine.
i set a campfire in my bath tube,
i turn on the water, but i open the sink.
waters cant touch my fire,
they just run in the side and flush drown in the sad slow.
bring gone all the secret i won’t to know.
i set a firecamp on the floor,
just right through my door.
i set it big..nobody can come or jump.
and making sure somebody outside in warm not numb.
i have 4 campfires now in my room..
on my bed, my ceiling, my tube, and on my floor.
i set and keep that for myself alone.
…You are not invited to this party anymore.