The flames mirror our shadows.
They run through the halls after us.
They float on the water beside us.
They spread their wings over us.
They're dancing as they fly above us.
They sneak up on you and crawl all over you.
Searing stench fills the place as the burned flesh rots away.
You hover over the water, shadowing the flames next to me.
I close my eyes, and the inferno is over.
My fight has concluded.
I let go.
YOU ARE READING
My Night-time Poetry
PoetryI sometimes write poems at night when I'm feeling too inspired to sleep, so this is my poem dump for when I can't sleep at 04:07 AM on a saturday. Please enjoy, and keep in mind this is just a side night hobby of mine, not perfect or professional in...
