House Down

An original poem by A. Chow

It slides besides your insides

Devours your heart and mind

Whispers fears and jeers into your ears

And you are blinded by the shadow.

The fire it breathes fumes and consumes

Leaving no room

for thoughts of peace
crying to get out like forgotten children.

The devil offers his hand

Like a gentleman

You start to stand

But your knees give out

And you want to shout

But it won’t come out

Til’ tears start rollin and you’ve no hope left.

So you pour on gasoline

And dream

Of a better place…

But you’re really just burning your house down.