The fire grows taller, hotter, more dangerous. The flames jump as if they're calling my name. The flames can no longer be tamed, they are out of control. Like my mind, which is no longer mine. It drifts slowly to death, sorrow, and pain, my soul burning away. The flames capture my body, keeping me from living. The flames shall continue burning, as long as I do not exist.
Raging Waves
Raging waves surround me, as I gasp for air. Inhaling more water, clogging my lungs, No longer able to breathe. Slowly suffocating all my dreams, I am a lost cause. Lost hope. Being surrounded by these raging waves.
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Time passes us by without us even realizing it. It can be slow, or fast, but in the end, it's just something from our past.