The sky is on fire.
It's burning like the flames are a sea.
Destroying is it's only desire
and Full of Death it will be.
The flames are coming
and I wanna run.
For I am tired of waiting
To be burned by the sun.
The flames are making a dance
It looks like they could fly.
I think this is my only chance,
to finally die.
So I get to the flame
and feel how I loose my breath.
I am so happy they came.
Now I can find my death.
The years go bye
And i barely remember what i've done.
Flashbacks of a child
Who's smiles are now gone
YOU ARE READING
Poems - Let your words breathe
Poetry"Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart" - William Wordsworth
