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Do you know what it's like To give someone your all. To stand in their kiln, To burn as kindle for the fire in their heart. How long has it been? And you still feel phantom pain. You still feel the fire tearing you apart, And your first instinct is to swat your arms, At nothing. It's a selfish act. You can't deny that. You've been burned. Chained. Beaten. Mocked. Drowned. You still feel his presence, even when he couldn't be further away. You feel the water on your wrists. You feel your skin being eaten to ash, And washed away down into a stale pond. It lingers with you. It's a scar on your heart. In your mind. That can't help but be picked at. Because all you ever want now, Is for it to be gone. So you stand where it all started. Ground zero. You drop your lighter in the fuel. Watch your past burn away. And when everything that hurt you has been rended to ash, You fade with the flame, To rise anew. Maybe you've been made undead, but it's just helped you become the phoenix You always were.
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Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 12:43 AM UTC
Fallen Rise
Do you know what it's like To give someone your all. To stand in their kiln, To burn as kindle for the fire in their heart. How long has it been? And you still feel phantom pain. You still feel the fire tearing you apart, And your first instinct is to swat your arms, At nothing. It's a selfish act. You can't deny that. You've been burned. Chained. Beaten. Mocked. Drowned. You still feel his presence, even when he couldn't be further away. You feel the water on your wrists. You feel your skin being eaten to ash, And washed away down into a stale pond. It lingers with you. It's a scar on your heart. In your mind. That can't help but be picked at. Because all you ever want now, Is for it to be gone. So you stand where it all started. Ground zero. You drop your lighter in the fuel. Watch your past burn away. And when everything that hurt you has been rended to ash, You fade with the flame, To rise anew. Maybe you've been made undead, but it's just helped you become the phoenix You always were.
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Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 12:43 AM UTC
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