My eyes witness a fire sweeping across the sky, creating a painting of death and destruction. I see the delicate violet vault of heaven being torn apart by fiery fingers and as I breathe in I feel how my life is slipping between my fingers like the sands of time. Each heartbeat, terror-stricken. The fire keeps sweeping across the clouds and my eyelids blink a couple of times as I notice the salty taste of tears on my lips from past events.

My mind is clouded by bittersweet memories of whispered words applied on a night's breeze, quiet sighs and the empty morning when you no longer could be touched, talked to or seen.
A fire catches my soul in a passionate game and devours my heart and mind as loneliness puts its snare around my neck, tightening it before applying a cold kiss on my forehead. Headache - each moment I breathe feels painful when you are not here to soothe me with your mere, yet intoxicating presence. My mouth always speaks of my own personal silence and even today you are far away.

The ground beneath me feels warm as I fall down to my knees, digging my fingers into the soil. Everything is dying around me; I close my eyes as the world shatters for each second that multiplies. Everything dies but the memories of your voice and the love you gave and still give to me.