The body submits to

The Fire.

The beast observes 

How its victims’ flesh tastes of 

Charcoal and

Metallic undertones.

The inferno engulfs

Everything in its path,

Trapping each victim in its 

Feverish belly

Throats choke up screams,

Yet not one person is heard.

The walls are falling apart 

They cry hot paper tears

Forming drooping piles on 

The cold floor, 

Which has not yet been subjected to the greedy mouth of 

Wood’s enemy.

Destruction transforms into Pain. Pain is molded into Mourning. Mourning dissolves into eternal Indifference.

At least that’s how the Fire feels...