The taste of destruction is bitter-sweet.
Going toe to toe with death in a chaotic, lethal waltz
Knowing that this is the end you’ve chosen,
The poison you’ve ingested,
The leap you’ve taken.
The fire you started.
The impassioned flames burn bright,
But when they die, only ashes remain.
The wind will bear down as the final destroyer,
And even blow that away
Until the only thing left
Is a pile of dust
Where an ancient city once had been.