rescue me

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JUST A SPARK

THAT’S ALL I NEED

I’M USTOPPABLE YOU DIDN’T SEE SOON ENOUGH      YOUR CHANCE IS GONE

         QUICKLY, TO SCARE YOU                   I CRAWL ALONG                    THE FLOOR SO YOU

CAN’T LEAVE

I BLOCK THE DOOR

TRAP YOU INSIDE, YOU SHOULD HAVE

SEEN YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN

I LICK THE WALLS        CLIMB TO THE CEILING

WEAKENING THE ROOM AROUND YOU

YOUR SCREAMS ARE SILENT

SAVE YOUR BREATH FOR LATER   YOU DON’T HAVE MUCH LEFT

ONE WALL

CAVES THE WINDOW CRACKS

SOON I’LL BE DONE WITH THIS YOU NEVER HAD A CHANCE

YES      CLOSE THOSE PRETTY EYES

SLEEP ALL YOU WANT BREATHE THOSE BLACK FUMES

HELP NEVER COMES WITH ME

        HE COMES WITH MY ENEMY

THE COOLNESS I

HATE BUT HE WON’T REACH YOU

IN TIME YOU’RE ALREADY MINE CLAIMED

STILL HE PURUES YOU

I ATTACK HIM LUNGE AT HIM FROM EVERYWHERE

HE STILL GOES          UNAFFECTED BY MY HEAT

HE LOOKS EVERYWHERE

HE SEARCHES FOR MY CLAIMED FOR YOU

             ONCE HE’S IN                      I WON’T LET HIM OUT HE’LL BREATH THE SMOKE

HE’LL SLEEP

WHY ISNT HE SLEEPING?

WHY IS HE NOT AFFECTED?

I DROP DEBRIS ALL AROUND

HIT HIM WITH RUBBLE

HE FINDS YOU                   PUSHES THE FLAMING DOOR AWAY

BREATHING THROUGH A MASK I CAN’T PENETRATE

I ROAR IN DISGUST SHE’S MINE GO AWAY!

       HE’S TAKING YOU AWAY

       YOU BREATHE THE UNTAINTED AIR OUT OF MY REACH

I CRACKLE STEAM HISS

THE GAS PIPES WON’T HOLD FOR LONG

I DANCE AROUND THEM, DECIDE ENOUGH PLAY

        THEY MAKE A NICE SHOW, SCARE THEM IN THE YARD

I CAN STILL CAUSE DAMAGE YES I CAN

THE COLD CONSUMES ME AN ANNOYING END TO MY FUN

I HATE TO LOSE

BUT I’M DYING AWAY

JUST A SPARK

THAT’S ALL I NEED

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When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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