Ashes

Ashes

 

People

Sinful people

They all die

At some point

 

When death

Knocks

On their door

Bringing them out of

Their peaceful sleep

And into

A horrible

Fire

 

They scream

As the binding grip

Of death

Constricts them

Sucks their breath away

 

And as they turn to

Ash

They become silent

Yet still they scream

 

Silent screams

Reaching far

Beyond the outer edges

Of the fiery depths

That they now occupy

What will become of them

 

The answer

Is my addiction

They will become

Ash

 

These ashes

Once were white

They fell as snow

But turned to black

 

They were clean

As the sky

But were soiled

And turned to death

 

 

People

Slaughtered

And killed

 

They were wretched

And unloved

 

But they did not deserve

What they got

Their end

It came quickly

 

My desire

Was fueled

By their pain

 

The regret I saw

In their eyes

Penetrated deep

Deep

Into their souls

Killing their

Essence

 

I felt

Their

Pain

Remorse

Sorrow

 

And inhaled it

As though

It was

A drug

 

Ash is my addiction

 

 

P.S. This particular poem has been written for a story that i am writing right now, and i can assure you that i am not adicted to ash :) However, i am addicted to writing, so please feel free to look at my other posts as well :)