Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Stone to sand, metal to rust.
The world is burning, the skies are aflame
The living are looking for someone to blame.
Blood on their hands, fury in their gaze
Hunting for who set the infernal blaze
They search for a dark soul among the light
They search for a monster deep in the night
But this is a monster they will not see
Because this monster lives within me
YOU ARE READING
A book of poetry
PoetryThis is a bunch of poetry I either wrote or found. The ones with an asterisk (*) in the title are the ones I wrote. Any others I found. Please no stealing the ones I wrote and please don't criticize them too harshly. I did my best on them.
