I was just at Wordgames and others, posting in "Oh noes, the WG is on fire", and I came up with this in less than 5 minutes:
As the flames creep closer My cloths slowly turn to ash As they slowly feed the hungry flames Now, they begin to feed on my flesh The flames still hunger. They feed on my pain and suffering. Soon, everything is red. I can no longer move, and my vison begins to fade. From red as the flames, to black as the ash, And finally a light as bright as the sky... I burn no more...for there is nothing of me left to burn...
Zero_angel · Sun Apr 24, 2005 @ 06:35pm · 11 Comments |