Taunted Minds (Very First Poem; feedback would be appreciated)

Burning ships melt into the sea,

The waves they ride taunt our minds

Life smolders but does not end it,

Those days are gone, whipped away in out pretentious graves

The echoes of the past flash in our minds eye

Will we understand our shared turmoil when dawn comes?

It cannot be extinguished unless we understand our brethren

The winter burns and twists away in our narrow minds

It will be forever reflected by our thoughtless actions...

I see him...

He's coming here....

The Killer wakes in the evening,

He walks by the ocean-side; across the highway,

He approaches us with that crooked smile, holding a knife

He plans to end your innocent life

He sees me, He sees you...

It's our flesh He sees right through...