lava
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It's rumbling below
One blastoff from volcano
Hot things, land, above
So hot to cook a chicken
Or burn everything in path
I could see it in your blue eyes, nothing much but hate
No love,just spite hidden behind those things you call eyes.
Your words spit out as lava, filled with deadly venom.
I knew you once, and this thing you called love
Deep within the earth’s core
A pool of magma dreams to soar
Beyond the darkness
Because although this pool is very bright ----
It is only their own light ---
And they want more
They crave more
Red lava flows from fire-breathing beasts
While ashes bury mouths, gasping for air.
Remote clutched close, I stare at each deceased
And blink my stinging eyes in silent prayer.
