Genocide

Darkness
A floating light
The rush of wind in my hair as I’m
Flying
Soaring up above
Gas, and I’m no longer there merely
Dieing
Like a snuffed out candle
That flickers no longer in the breeze
Shining
Golden stars that flutter on
I see the hope of millions gone
Falling
Down, till dark
Till burning heat surrounds my soul still
Crying
Tears frozen on my face
Fall down till I fall and hit the ground so
Hard.

An opening of eyes
A broken pleading sigh
That none can seem to hear
That none can want to hear

And I’m
Burning
Death and down
Stubborn odours clinging, burnt corpses
Laying
Broken souls
Condemned for that they did not change and
Feeling
Of the end
The end is here, so those who are still
Waiting
Cross their hearts
Hope is with them, but see the red fumes
Twirling
Ballet Dancers
Dancing is a world with no more
Pain.