on the wings of a dragon

A Poem by NathanDelzer

The destruction and pain in my life is the root of all my being. To be haunted all of my days here on earth is my home. Confusion and hurt are all I have to give, so while you wait please give your name and number. This is the way I will get to you and bring you hell in the end if there is an end to this insanity. I sit and I wait for what the next day will bring. Fearing whats around the corner I stand and then fall to my knees and cry into the darkness of what has become my life. A blur of images that flow by without any recognition or recolletion of where the world will turn. Fire and brimstone fill my lungs and the breath of the dragon spurt from my mouth with no control. Stale curses at whatever brought me into this sick and hatefull world of disillusion.