#-bm

California is burning the way we used to:

Destroying everything in our path

-Including each other-

To recreate what was left in our wake.

I lay inside that soil somewhere

As shallow as you left me.

Your one real grave mistake.

I just can’t let you live

When I’ve already killed you.

You swore in Death you’d follow;

The Ghost Of You is my favorite

Of this aquired pallet

When your flames are so hard to swallow.

You always used to say,

“Zombies love a girl with brains.”

Well Darling, I’ve already lost my mind.

So how about we feast?

Could I?

Why shouldn’t I?

Let California burn.

Whether anyone made it out alive or not

Was never our concern...