As I burn down my house, Memories turn to ashes, Lost in flames of my own making. The fire consumes all I held dear, Scorching reminders of a life once lived. In the embers, I see my mistakes, Engulfed by the flames of regret. A house built on shaky foundations, Reduced to rubble, a wasteland of my choices. As the smoke clears, I am left with nothing, But the scars of destruction, a painful reminder.