What once was fire in your eyes,
is smoldering,
about to die.
What once was fire in your veins,
is spilling out,
it slowly wanes.
Lost in a fog,
Drained of your blood,
Spine feeling soft,
Face in the mud.
Now fan the embers in your eyes,
consume what's left,
by fire baptize.
Sep 9, 2019
Sep 9, 2019 at 6:42 PM UTC
What once was fire in your eyes,
is smoldering,
about to die.
What once was fire in your veins,
is spilling out,
it slowly wanes.
Lost in a fog,
Drained of your blood,
Spine feeling soft,
Face in the mud.
Now fan the embers in your eyes,
consume what's left,
by fire baptize.