I watched as fire licked and raped the same five...
I feel like only yesterday passed the shells...

The flesh perforated to expose the beating heart...
Passes my lips are the soft tones that sink their...

The heart of the problem
Is hidden somewhere in a poem...

Hand gestures caress the skyline with fiery love
Rapid cessation of being that watches itself flow...

Eyes that reflect no hope
As vultures circle overhead...

Groggy and sedated
Drinking in life...

Arranged attacks on your mind
Sweltering heat leaves you blind...

Your paper heart is cupped in my hand
Torn apart like a work of bad art...

Going home to break apart; separate at the edges...
Charred and blackened by the flame which licks us...

The hungry fire licks the sides of a temple
The destroyers run for their lives...

"No, I'm not dead"
Is all I hear inside...

I need to be committed
To where else, but here...