Before this inferno dances to its death
The flame must soothe its hunger;
The houses may crumble like weak clusters of clay,
The chandeliers take turns in dropping their prey,
The darkness filters its light, overcasting a grey:
You watch chaos deliver a faultless display:
You, a painting amidst a hurricane.
YOU ARE READING
Anxiety and Things that Shatter
Poetry"Anxiety, you are lightening and a thunder only I can hear. In my despair, you wear an intimidating smile like a glittering stretch mark on the skin of the horizon." Cover by @DeathsDarkSoul
