I Poems

The City is howling by the streets
Lights of fear
Dance of clocks and machines
Bodies running to their fate
Steps hurrying into battle
The City is burning alive
I'm a torch trapped in my window
I'm a ghost
This is my limbo.
The voices are crows cawing in my head
They are pecking my thoughts
They want to gouge my eyes
They won't let me alone
Their name is Torture
They rule the night
As I rule my kingdom of ice.