House of Hell

There's just fire today

Words dipped in ash

Painted figures in charcoal

Scrapped off the surface

Of burnt walls

Two eyes looking for meaning

Between shades of crimson

White and grey

Two hands

Unaccepting of love

Theirs scats still bleeding

From wild fires 

Disguised as warm embrace

Two feet still unsure

Of their footprints

Left on the floor

In a house built over 

Remains of our love