IRC-Galleria

Do you sense
The burning danger,
Spreading in the
Speed of light,
In the speed of thought?

Do you hear the thousands
Screams for help,
Screams for the loved ones,
Screams for forgiveness?

Will you pity the ones
who are too lazy
to save themselfs,
Or do you pity yourself
in the aftermath?

"Why didn't I die?
Why am I still here?"

Do you sense the the heat
melting your skin,
Melting your bones,
Melting you
To a shapeless,
meaningless,
unidentified,
Pile of flesh and bones?

And your memory
Remains as a curse
To those whom
Will never see
The dawn.