In the dark recesses of my mind, I sit and ponder all alone, A gift basket sits rotting on the table, Doors locked, curtains closed, no one's home. A thank you note sits, so far unread. I know exactly what I will find inside: Pain, lies, half-truths, endless suffering, So here I sit. Alone, I hide. I replay the night on fast forward, Glancing at fragments of catastrophe, The lives I saved and ruined, I am a destroyer of humanity. I thought I could repent for what I did So I ran into that burning death box, And found them ablaze, brought them to salvation, Little did I know, I was a plague, a pox. I thought these two lived alone, Not knowing of their baby girl, three months old, She was left alone, scorched, forgotten, I am no hero, no courage, not bold. They say it's not my fault, They say how could you have known, If they could only see the truth, These are true evils for which I can't atone. The truth that I hide from, haunts me, The fact that I lit that fire. No one was supposed to be there. I was greedy for money, a fake, a liar. I can't change what has happened, So I sit here all alone, trapped inside. Smoke rolls in, flames rise, I stare on, The baskets engulfed and then I die. |