memories are like buildings

i've been meaning to tell you lately

i thought about it remembering you holding my hand through the city;

memories are like buildings

if you attach yourself they are harder to demolish

cities of whispers and towers of stories

my city is torn apart and you're the reason i destroyed it

our city landscape had become a black hole

sucking us into an endless cycle

of reocurring mistakes 

and piercing heartbreak

streets of temptation and alleys of regret

wrecked the houses to disarm their threat

yet they still remained

i couldn't seem to forget

it all ended a night darker than charcoal

your image in my head 

burned my skin like glowing coal

it was enough to set fire to my soul

the flames swollowing my city whole

watching you burn was quite suitable

i have never seen anything so beautiful

as when i set fire to it all

i was completely vulnerable

as i let the red and orange enemy

wipe my memory