Death
Through fire and ashes I walk,
to see that nothing is standing now,
the buildings seem to mock,
knowingly who did this and how,
the rubble shifts as I walk on,
staring at bodies in a blood soaked dawn,
I stand still then sit,
laughing at the chaos that i caused with a finger flick.
Copyright © Samantha Search | Year Posted 2010
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