Untitled Five.

The firebreather.
The messenger.
The arsonist.
To burn the fleet
In the digital sea.
I see the fire out of your mouth.
The lies you spit to the people.
I see the gas and matches in
The back seat.
I see the sky falling,
And the crow flies overhead.
A warning to you.
An omen.
I fly away on silver wings
Over moving mountains.
The music box holds
The lullaby of my life.
And it draws me in
Like a moth to the flame.