My arm grows numb
And all you do is run
From this cursed land
While the pitch black sand
Gets caught in my lungs
And I have nowhere to run
And as I hold out my hand
The fire burns all the land
The ashes all crumble
And the earth starts to rumble
You keep on fleeing
And my lungs ache from screaming
There's nowhere to run
I get burned as you leap
Farther and farther away from me
I hold out my arm
In a beckoning call
I shout out your name
But it's all too late
You're too far away
The earth is depleting
The trees are receding
But I keep on screaming
There's nowhere to go
And the fire is losing control
My burns are all bleeding
The temperatures heating
And then I stop breathing
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Consequences of a deep mind
PoetryA book of shower thoughts, Deep thoughts And poetry.