Into the Flames
By shedevilrkg
The seemingly gentle arms of wrath surround me grab me and pull me towards the enveloping furnace where dreams are destroyed and silent fantasies burned in the ever-consuming flames of hell. As I am pulled over the threshold into the very center of the patiently waiting fire I give into that peaceful darkness and let my dreams flee from those flames slowly encompassing the whole of my body. I let them drift among the peaceful clouds hoping that the comforting breeze will carry them throughout the ages to a place of peace where they can forever reside inside the mind of another young hopeful where they hopefully will not follow into the flames that I now embrace. Written April 16th, 2002 © on Apr 16 2002 02:53 PM PST 0 • 10
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"The seemingly gentle arms of wrath..."