Cold smoke rises up.
Hallow colors paint the walls.
He and his harmful ways.
Never burnt a house before.
End of an Autumn night
Going five degrees below
Cold smoke around the door

// Hatred in childhood gone/grown into failure
// Teenage/Teenyears melancholy, he burns to set it free.

Warming up the dark
Only his breath is cold
Embers leave a mark
Next to his leaving soul
Face is not the same
Not much is left at all
Cold smoke outside the walls

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(soolo)

Could you imagine, imagine the pain, from a burning flame
And could you handle, handle the flame, if it comes your way