The ink bleeds from each fresh letter
Punched out onto soggy white parchment
It’s my final goodbye, my vow to you
Sitting on the porch of my apartment

When you read this, I will be dead
They’re coming for me, this much is true
Shiny bullets and fire and anger decide
That I need to be kept away from you

Your hair so sweet, fake pomegranate
I can feel it now, like silk in my fingers
You smell as perfect as the very first night
But now only the smell of smoke lingers

A fire in the distance, I can see it now
Illuminating the stormy night sky
An omen it seems, flickering, blazing
Whispering I’m destined to die

We danced to the rhythm of raindrops
You sang lyrics transcribed from my heart
The moon was high, stars in our eyes
Knowing come day we would part

The inferno rises against the storm
My fingers fall still on my typewriter
Sizzling against the onslaught of rain
But the fire, my dear, is a fighter

Shadows emerge from a fiery mouth
The conflagration roars my name
With the ding of the typewriter
The night glows even brighter
As I soon will be consumed in flame

A raid of smoke, my time is short
Furious feet parade on concrete
Would they wait, or waver at all
If they could hear my racing heartbeat?

So before my life is no longer mine
And I lose sight of what we had
Since I didn’t get to tell you