Sparks Fly

The black smoke ascends
And dyes the orange sky
Like tar

I stand in the midst of the
Cold, cold heat
And watch in horror as the limbs fall

Sparks fly,
Singe a hole straight through my chest,
But I'll be okay...
I'll be okay

They splash out the fire
Their job is done
And my world is stained with the stench of death
As they carry each victim out alive
And blinded by the flames,
Swear to me no one was hurt.