By: Kevin Magnus The last fire will rise, with all of those lies. Strangers will come; my heart beats like a drum. Now I am not blind, the truth I will find. I cannot forget the darkness of the pit. I see the truth in your eyes; it will end when someone dies. But I do not fear, for it is all clear; Deep in that black hole, you call your soul. I needed you badly, but you acted madly. I still have the bullet you gave, as I haunt you beyond the grave! About the Author Kevin Magnus has been a poet for almost seven years and has been a contributor to The World of Myth since issue number one. After taking a short hiatus to find his purpose in life, he returns and looks to begin a new trek with brand new and better poetry. Back To Home Page CLICK HERE https://www.theworldofmyth.com Copyright © 2011 The World of Myth All Rights Reserved	Rate this Poem