The world will end in Fire or Ice
Concluding in an equally fierce way
People often enquire "Which would I prefer?"
Honestly my dear, I'd prefer not to say.
I relish and crave the nourishment of heat
Yet in the sun I cannot cope.
I retreat from the bite of the cold
But with the frost, I long to elope.
People ask: "Do I fear death?"
Am I scared of reaching my end?
If I was being truthful, I only fear one death
I am scared of drowning, my friend.
If the waves caught me, I'd rather die of thirst
Than beg for a dampened gasps of air
I would look Reaper and Lord in the eye
Tell them "Your ideals are cruel and unfair"
For I have learned to live without air
Ever since my heart shattered,
When he took my breath away.
My lungs caved in like hollow pools
Teaching me a vital lesson.
In this corrupted world,
There are far worse things than Fire and Ice
Jul 26, 2013
Jul 26, 2013 at 4:37 PM UTC
The world will end in Fire or Ice
Concluding in an equally fierce way
People often enquire "Which would I prefer?"
Honestly my dear, I'd prefer not to say.
I relish and crave the nourishment of heat
Yet in the sun I cannot cope.
I retreat from the bite of the cold
But with the frost, I long to elope.
People ask: "Do I fear death?"
Am I scared of reaching my end?
If I was being truthful, I only fear one death
I am scared of drowning, my friend.
If the waves caught me, I'd rather die of thirst
Than beg for a dampened gasps of air
I would look Reaper and Lord in the eye
Tell them "Your ideals are cruel and unfair"
For I have learned to live without air
Ever since my heart shattered,
When he took my breath away.
My lungs caved in like hollow pools
Teaching me a vital lesson.
In this corrupted world,
There are far worse things than Fire and Ice
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