Thoughts That Lie Too Deep For Tears

It was a cold Monday night,
 
there was snow on the ground.
 
I was getting ready to go out,
 
when I heard a loud sound;
 
Two men had broken through my door
 
with pipes and knives,
 
Wearing balaclavas and black clothes,
 
we feared for our lives.
 
They piped out my roommates
 
then proceeded to pour,
 
Gas; from a two-liter bottle,
 
all over my floor.
 
As they fled,
 
I heard the flick of flint against steel
 
then my house went up in flames,
 
It seemed so surreal.
 
Four out of five of us made it out that night,
 
The only thing left was our fears
 
Now I sit here alone with my thoughts,
 
that lie too deep for tears.