Burnt

Your world is burning and you have nothing left to do but stand and stare. Fire, too fierce for your tears to extinguish. Flames, too warm to keep you from melting. Light, too bright for you to stare away. No one has mercy on you, the wind, the rain, the sky. It seems that your World wanted to burn itself down. When anger, pain and even self-pity seem to lose their meaning, you still survive. That moment, when you know end is near, madness comes in. Then, you enjoy the flames. The smell of burnt past intoxicates your soul, and you like to get drunk. We need no water. Let the fire burn.