The flame comes,
burning all in its path, leaving destruction.
The verdant
grass succumbs to the heat,
Allowing itself
to burst into flame.
the world
consists of nothing.
the walls are
everywhere and do not let me leave.
Life rolls
before us
And we see nothing
the life we see as life
is nothing but illusionary
dreams
I’m writing this
to those who can’t read.
They won’t see this, but the
know.
They feel the power of my words.
They leave
scrawled messages on paper
Mere pawns to
larger things