Submissions by SirCJRhinoscooter

The city streets start to shake,
Windows and doors start to break.
People are running desperate for shelter,
they become victims of the human smelter.
The world is dangerous don't you see?
Peace and tranquility means nothing to me.

As the floor below crumbled and burned,
the boy in the bed shivered and turned.
The fire sneaked through a crack in the door,
it devoured the boy's room, scouring for more.
The victim still lay there, resting it's head,
no mercy was given, the boy was dead.