it cuts
it burns
it swalls
it bruies
it slices
but the worst pain is in your heart and that never heals.

~the end~
Flames are everywhere.
i'm on a rock watching people burn and die running and screaming in irregular patterns the flames destroy evrything. burning the crumbing words and voices of people. yet in the choas i refuse to join them. They don't deserve such a priveledge as death. suddenly a flame hits my back, "Lucky basturds" i say and burn with them.