My Mind Called 'Naked'

The ruins burn into the night,

bright as any star,

smoke seeps into the sky,

dark and billowy like a scar.

The people are screaming,

tongues of fire licking near,

their eyes reflect the flaming rages,

washed with a crazy fear.

Outsiders shake their heads,

as if pity is too kind.

The town is so transparent,

that depth isn't hard to find.

My mind called Naked wastes away,

the fires consuming life.

The smoke still seeps reliably,

cutting the day like a knife.