A Fire Out Of Your Control Or Is It?

Flames-jump, climb the staircases run by run lick the walls that contain all your gathered contents every bannister, every floor is now in flames irreversible is the damage that comes wanton like a wrecking-ball through the heart of it all. Flames of lust, nothing tames controls the past lays waste to create a new future; one with no trepidation brings the house down shakes your foundations, decisions, decisions what-if-anything does-get saved from the flames? How will it ever be put right again, doesn't smoke, smoke damage, damage everything better not to play with fire or heartache better to ensure you make the right decisions first make healthy choices so you don't get burned. No good you jumping-out the top-floor window hoping a stained mattress will break your fall once these flames are lit they-can't be recalled no good hiding in the basement ghosting it every day pretending you didn't know anything-at-all don't-you-agree?