danger intolerance

between the times i sneakily hide
in places-that i have built for myself long ago.
and while my body is still here
my soul will quickly disappear

it hides politely every time
the burning ground underfoot
starts getting flickering much worse
each time they throwing off their cloak

and now exposing evil core,
agonizes blind in anger, and its own forgotten past,
turning everything near them
into ashes, on the peaks that baring air

that’s when the need of hiding starts
when you no longer left your parts
to sacrifice for frozen peaks
and cover them with your own dust