Burn
Found in a piece of paper that is from 2003-2004.
The burning fires of hell... acrid smell of burning flesh: the sound of fire drowns out the music made by the anguished cries and screams of those in pain. Bright lights, oranges and yellows and reds... sometimes even hues of blue wrap around the shadowy bulk of all of those that are trapped in that bursting flame. Just like a bright star, whose light travels across the universe, this flame started out small and it is growing larger and larger, taking in more and more people waiting for that day in which it will burn or maybe it will just fade away when people realize the errors of their ways. One understands, the next day another does too. And then slowly everybody learns to turn away from the light, to run away from the warmth of the licking flames. They are learning the price they pay for the things they do everyday. The fires of hell... will it disappear some day? Or perhaps it will be an undying star in the human condition... always... always taking over lives. Oh that burning fire of hell; that small, that sound... Maybe it seems too much like home to me, what other way could things ever be?
The burning fires of hell... acrid smell of burning flesh: the sound of fire drowns out the music made by the anguished cries and screams of those in pain. Bright lights, oranges and yellows and reds... sometimes even hues of blue wrap around the shadowy bulk of all of those that are trapped in that bursting flame. Just like a bright star, whose light travels across the universe, this flame started out small and it is growing larger and larger, taking in more and more people waiting for that day in which it will burn or maybe it will just fade away when people realize the errors of their ways. One understands, the next day another does too. And then slowly everybody learns to turn away from the light, to run away from the warmth of the licking flames. They are learning the price they pay for the things they do everyday. The fires of hell... will it disappear some day? Or perhaps it will be an undying star in the human condition... always... always taking over lives. Oh that burning fire of hell; that small, that sound... Maybe it seems too much like home to me, what other way could things ever be?