Slow Dancing...

"
It's not a silly little moment,
It's not the storm before the calm.
This is the deep and dying breath of
This love that we've been working on.

Can't seem to hold you like I want to
So I can feel you in my arms.
Nobody's gonna come and save you,
We pulled too many false alarms.

We're going down,
And you can see it too.
We're going down,
And you know that we're doomed.
My dear,
We're slow dancing in a burning room.
"

My heart is engulfed in flames. My hands tremble. I feel heated all over but I don't sense a single drop of sweat.

In a true moment of synesthesia, the sound of her words appeared before my eyes. The barrage of colors attacked me, before settling down to sinister-looking letters. I closed my eyes, but they remained.

I'm standing across the hall, isolated from the carnage. I see them, holding each other, smiling, completely oblivious to the world crumbling around them.

I want to rush to help, but I am immobilized by the most powerful anesthesia. And it seems like they don't need my help, anyway.

What is morality to them? I don't know. Perhaps they are amoral creatures putting their ids on full display.

She turns and looks at me. I gaze back. The fire was closing in on them. She gives me a faint smile. I turned and walked away.

By the time I turned around the building was but a pile of rubble and ash. And yet I could feel they lived on.

It's a cold night. I light my last cigarette, and stare out into the gloomy city skyline. The words that I saw lingering in my head.

I close my eyes, and jump

"
go cry about it, why don't you?
"

*quoted lyrics courtesy of John Mayer*