Authors Note: Ya might not get it. It's not like totally clear. I wrote it on the bus while we were driving to Oxford. IT IS AN ALTERNATE ENDING (hint) See if you can figure it out. Enjoy. Review. Please. Please review and make my day. I'd love you forever and ever. Oh and BTW it is a SWEENETT.
Burn
Fire. Red flames that licked up the old beggar,
Saved Mrs. Lovett from her death.
Things were suppose to get better,
But they hadn't. Not yet. Not yet.
The flames red as her curls,
The fire in her eyes,
They are no longer little girls,
Life is for the alive.
In this monstrous world of rage,
It's only your life that counts.
The world sucked up into a hideous blaze,
No where to go, no way out.
A man stands glaring,
Next to the lady with wild hair,
They both seem to be staring,
However without a care.
The swirling black smoke,
The so called devil's cloud,
They wanna go home,
But it's gone, it's gone now.
The streets illuminated by gas lights,
Bystanders crowding near by,
What a horror, a dreadful sight,
The sounds of childrens' cries.
A candle knocked aside,
Started the massive flame,
He pushed in to its side,
To take away their pain.
The years that passed were gone,
And never coming back.
That emptiness shall not last long,
He tells her to relax.
But it's impossible to release your tension,
In this heap of pain and grief,
The overwhelming sensation,
Simply can not be released.
The place they know so well,
The things they did inside,
Some suspected the place was hell,
A place where the innocent died.
Little did they know?
That it was once not at all the same,
That just goes to show,
Those things can dramatically change.
The things that people are put through,
The destruction in their minds,
The evils that people will turn to,
Make our universe blind.
The shouts of men everywhere,
Telling people to part,
Some of them still stand and stare,
The flames melting up their hearts.
The man pulled the lady towards him,
Walking further and further away,
Taking her from the scene so grim,
Away from the scorching flames.
She glanced back one more time,
At what her whole life used to be,
At all the laughter, love and crime,
That exploded in the scene.
She cried and sobbed as she fled,
From the scene so dark and grey,
He embraced her tightly as he ran and said,
"To burn your memories away."
FIN