All the things I'll never say.

37: Isn't It Lovely?

The fire that blares from inside my soul
Is growing too strong for me to control

It burns down all in sight
Makes everyone flee in fright

Isn't it lovely?
The burning colors of despair?

The fire vanishes in a cloud of smoke
Leaving me al alone to choke

The rain comes down in streams
Smothering my and dreams

Everything spins so fast in a circle
And the ground underneath my feet to crumble

I fall into a dark never ending pitt
And a red glow comes from the flesh I just split

Isn't it lovely?
How life can end so suddenly?

[Poem-complete]