Mind, Heart and their Sum

Mar Memphis

I am the house burning

And the fire burns

And somebody is watching

And I am burning and I am hurting.

I can feel my heart pumping ashes through the crying choir

It’s swallowed by the hungry fire

The pictures on the walls flare, a white lyre

They are swallowed by the hungry fire.

It seems like the fire will never tone down

Because

I am the house burning

And the fire burns

And somebody is watching

And I am burning and I am hurting.

I am the fire

And the house is burning

And somebody is watching

And I burn and I hurt.

I can feel the sofa in the living room creak under my washing flames

I am not hungry, but I eat it along with the memories I want erased.

The pictures on the walls smile for the last time at me and I can finally, once they are gone, smile back

Because I am not hungry, but my tummy is full of burning voids, all black.

I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop

Because, now when I am finally healing

I am the fire

And the house is burning

And somebody is watching and I burn and I hurt.

I am a witness

And the house is burning

And the fire burns

And I am witness.

I can’t feel anything except for the fire’s heat.
It’s warm like I’ve never felt before

I can see the sofa burning from outside the window

I can imagine the happy memories the house bears down

They are gone now, in front of me carbonic snow

The pictures sing a song of memories, about what I’ll never know.

They are gone now, they sink in my heart low.

It won’t stop soon, the fire

I don’t want it to stop

Not now, when I have, too, been swallowed in my existence, reduced only to pictures and memories.

Because I am a witness

And the house is burning

And the fire burns

And I am witness.