Flames Poem by bernrdo molina

I don’t want your life like a poison cuts like
A knife he’s hated and torn apart everyone is no
Where to be found plain colors flow black to white
Everything he sees from left to right It rains down his
Face and hails in his head while snow freezes him to
Death I don’t care I want to kill you pain is hes only friend
Stranded in prison of his own thoughts a wasteland was created
To live in where everyone has left him in tears snow melts
As the everything beings to change the a small flame begin
To grown under him gasoline falls from the sky and hits the
Floor it burns and kills him heat grew as high as trees
Suffocating for air he falls to the floor only about
Seconds more to live I can’t believe I died like this…….