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the sky is on fire

the sky is on fire and still
we make all of it so quiet

why do we even whisper?
did someone say we need help?

no, they just don't understand

the sky
they need that
i don't know how to show them

we barely see each other but for sure
i can promise you
i can even raise my hand and tell
everything is great

but everything is going red
and the noise flows in our veins
and I can't take
a full

one

breath

i don't see a fire
-you said

and i was looking at my feet
they looked like they want to run away
and yes.
I'm moving from left to right
from right to left

sometimes even two steps back to
find

some

air

the sky begins to fall down

too much fire - they say
not enough water in us
to even look up and make it smaller
to ask if everything is all right

but we were together
they said you were there
but sometimes i think
all of that is because
i was

maybe because
i was the pyromaniac
and blocked the water
with the switch
under my hand

maybe someday
the air will bring the water we need
to make us believe
the sky was in need