| If the flame
at first seems
a surprise
a line between
knowledge
and realization.
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As you realize
... all is not well ...
that the danger is real
but by then - its too late!
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Your world slowly
turns
to fire
an internal hell,
you've lost control,
a fire so virulent
it consumes you
as it spreads
deeper within you.
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| And then your fighting
for your very life,
within those flames,
that are burning
your very soul
to ash.
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You have never
imagined
these screams.
You have never seen
Love itself
burning
like a child.
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And within that
useless fight
you see your own death.
A vision too clear
for mortals
like me
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| Despair has no
depth
for it is deeper
than we can ever
bear.
It tears our souls
to its very source.
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I have been
to the final edge
more times than
I care to say
and for Love -
a dream.
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A memory I
Struggle to see
a ghost so vague
that it is lost
with flames.
More tenuous
than death itself.
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| Death has reality
so simple to understand
a belief beyond the
emptiness.
A jail that
is beyond here.
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I have spent a fortune
on you
and you don't
even know.
I've spent a lifetime,
a soul -
for you.
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In the end
I believe
in rings forever;
"until death
do us part".
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In the end.
it makes no difference
what we do
we are each
alone
more alone
than the stars
ever will be. |
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