Thursday, April 15, 2010

It's blazing

Its orange-yellow hues lurk for prey
Fresh human flesh and decay

It moans and groans
It’s in need of food

Nor will it fill
It urges for more

Patches and spots
Of bright fire

Starting to spread
With each desire

Humans are no longer
Protecting themselves from sin

And the hell is blazing
Waiting for humans to go in

(Journalist)

6 comments:

Melanie's Randomness said...

It's amazing how profound you can be with such few words.

Constructive Attitude said...

dang.

Constructive Attitude said...

dang.

Facta Non Verba said...

good imagry - interesting arrangement.

somebody out there said...

Thanks. (Journalist)

EmptyWords said...

that gave me the chills