I'm losing that last spark of brilliance,
I'd been kindling for so long.
In hopes of some day returning it,
Back to it's original flames.
But it's gone now,
Long gone.
I've got nothing left of myself to give.
Holes in my clothes and I can't keep warm anymore,
By the ashes of what I once was.
One gust of wind and it's all gone...
'Ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust.'
Mar 29, 2011
Mar 29, 2011 at 7:05 PM UTC
I'm losing that last spark of brilliance,
I'd been kindling for so long.
In hopes of some day returning it,
Back to it's original flames.
But it's gone now,
Long gone.
I've got nothing left of myself to give.
Holes in my clothes and I can't keep warm anymore,
By the ashes of what I once was.
One gust of wind and it's all gone...
'Ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust.'
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