I'm a bomb.
My heart keeps time as my life ticks down,
I'm not okay,
You're the fire,
I'm the wick.
we burn this place to the ground,
Our suffering written in words of smoke,
As we look at the stars one last time.
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Summary: A poem originally composed about government, that I have now applied to our masked friends who serve under He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.
Summary: Drifting 'long the river Styx,
Where broken oaths and dreams do thrive,
Bodies float beneath the surface,
Those who lost the will to survive....
The inferi of Lord Voldemort's sad purpose reflected by rhyme. Do enjoy. ^_^ I LOVE nice reviews by the way *hint hint* Let the chills begin.