P.S. New York Is Burning

I leave it burning and count the dead. 
A jilted lover, a one time friend. 
It reeks of incest. 
It reeks of pain. 
Erase my anguish. 
Forget your name. 
Can't see the future. 
I just break free and run. 
And knowing nothing I know that it's just begun. 
This day feels different. 
Feels like shedding skin. 
My mind is clearer now I know what state I'm in. 
And from a distance it seems so unreal. 
Nothing left. 
Nothing to feel. 
And if it hurt you, it hurt me too. 
I had to kill it to heal the wound.