Knocks on the wood,

Knocks on the door.

Let them in?

Or let it out?

The streams of water,

The flames of fire;

Burning and choking,

Yet all the while drowning.

The flicker being unknown,

Licking the walls,

Of space and core.

Heat and red.

The water's running out,

No more tries;

I've become tired,

With all the cries.

Knocks on the wood,

Knocks on the door;

Stop them please,

Stop them all.

~☆~✧~✧~☆~

Knock, knock! Who's there?

Anna