Kimblee, the war, and insanity. Need I say more?
I'll Wait
Smoke is thick, sour
Midnight came, went
But dawn won't be coming
Not for them
Not for me
There is fire, burning
Not much
I cannot see it
But it must be there
The smoke comes
So there must be fire
Streets are blacken
Ash and shadows
A veil worn so well
I cannot see
There is only a memory
But it is faint
Soon to fade
Gray smoke
Choking the air
I wish it would rain
Then maybe
I wouldn't smell it
Ash
Bone
Fire
Harsh perfume
An embrace so choking
Wish, I wish it had been different
But how, I don't know
Pointless to mourn
They weren't innocent
Not really
Still
I wonder
Who am I to judge?
There is something
Though shadows and smoke
There is something
I see it through the night
A memory
I see it
As it was
Had been
The past, a shattered future
They screamed, cried
I laughed, so I wouldn't hear it
I didn't want to hear
The music they make
Doesn't sound
Quite right
There was chaos
Not so long ago
Smoke hides the ruins
Of this place
I can still see it
How it once was
A memory
It won't leave my eyes
Smoke
I don't like it
Don't like fire much, either
Strange
But I don't
I create a single moment
Only lasts for a second
Then its over
Fire stays
And even after it dies
The smoke lingers
Choking the air
It's hard to breathe
I'm waiting for something
Just can't remember what
But I'm waiting
That's gotta count for something, right?
I'll wait here
Choking on sour smoke
And watching a fire I can't see
A memory clouding my eyes
I'll wait