Saturday 29 December 2012

Pyromania

The flames rose,
Ballerina's dancing in front of his eyes,
Licking the edges of the paper he held,
Creeping up his fingers.

His eyes wide open,
Never straying away from the blue, the red, the orange
It envelopes around him
Dangerously close.

Broken and scarred

She stands alone,
The glass shattered across her face
Her world broken
Scarred her for life

Darkness

The leaves rustle,
Whispering,
Guiding me to an escape
An escape I never knew

The moon shines,
An old father looking down with wisdom,
his mouth set into a grin

Night has fallen,
Darkness surrounds me,
Embracing me like no one else ever had

The icy air felt warm,
I let myself go,
Closed my eyes contently,
And got lost in it