Inks of Heart

26

Knocks on the wood,
Knocks on the door.
Let them in?
Or let it out?

The streams of water,
The flames of fire;
Burning and choking,
Yet all the while drowning.

The flicker being unknown,
Licking the walls,
Of space and core.
Heat and red.

The water's running out,
No more tries;
I've become tired,
With all the cries.

Knocks on the wood,
Knocks on the door;
Stop them please,
Stop them all.

~☆~✧~✧~☆~
Knock, knock! Who's there?
Anna