The Fire

May 4, 2017
By CreepingDeath999 BRONZE, Sudbury, Ontario
CreepingDeath999 BRONZE, Sudbury, Ontario
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I am,
I am the fire,
The wind tells me where to go.
To spread,
To destroy,
A fiend with unclear desires,
A bench on some dusty trial,
Left to rust,
And await to be someones use,
She was the sun,
The key to my life,
The key i have thrown away,
Never to be seen again,
This wasteland is cold,
The air is sour and unclear,
Unclear as it always has been,
But the forest continues to burn,
I just wish it will be put out,
Nothing but smoke,
A faint reminder of my existence,
Which will never carry on,
Never to be remembered,
But only for a day,
I will be dead and alive,
My inevitable desire,
Ive been taken for granted,
As ive always been,
As ive done to her,
Body is crushed,
Consumed by her,
As she is within me,
Motives now unclear,
Though my heart has plenty to fear,
The fire will soon burn out,
Just as i wished.

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