Destruction Date: Saturday, 1st February 2003 @ 12:00:00 AM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: Chaos Welling up The thoughts come A knot in my throat About to burst Everything is coming Converging together Pressure on My head. Countdown to madness Closer to destruction Red, fire, death Moving, curling It is dense. A weight on my head Blood pumps by my eyes Blinding me to a field of crimson A wave chills downward My breath quickens The attack is near And it shall be fatal. This poem is Copyright © Chaos Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=11732