The wall lights up and sets ablaze,
We run and go our separate ways.
It captures us, it's height, it's glow.
Our fear soars as we watch it grow.
It spits at us like hot, boiling venom.
It eat through our jackets of blue denim.
We scream as it burns through our skin,
Then at last the fire becomes thin.
We weave our way from the endless light,
And here we reach the sky of night.
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Dark Poetry
PoetryWar breaks out, Or so they shout. The odds of winning Are in doubt. We have no clue What the war is about, Yet we fight On and out. I'd like to get some stuff off of my chest. Some words I'd like to say. Some things I want to admit. All can be said...
