burn the script of a thousand pages

for the mood is foul tonight

the angry screams of a hundred thoughts and

the despoilment of decades of suffocation

anger in the rafters in the hollows of the soul

burn with a thousand passions drowned in the rain

and the floods of the sky wash the earth away

and anything in its path like an angry toddler

sigh

oh for the days of peaceful sleep

of happy singing

of warm sentiments and

calming fires of warmth

this inferno is different

a smoke to the nose and the eyes

toxic dust

that's all

a burning flame

inferno

*closes the gates*