Burning

I turn my head from the stars To find I'm bound to the pyre It feels like every day, another ruthless flame I think I'm drowning in fire Another year lost in the wasteland Another day drowns in dust Another one dead in the wasteland I feel it falling apart Too many blisters and scars Are we the wick or the flame? Are they just one in the same? Was it just doomed from the start? Another year lost in the wasteland Another day drowns in dust Another one dead in the wasteland