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I’m thinking all my charcoal thoughts— Scorching on my mind— I’m thinking all my crumbly words Are worth the dark’s dull time I sit here in the dark And watch the embers burn The feelings of the faces here Mean nothing in the urn. I sit against cold tiles, Hiding in the dark The fire burns me inside out I’m alone, I’m hurt. I sit deep in the fire I have no more bones to give All my blood is boiling And my eyes have all but caved I sit here in the fire And think my charcoal thoughts I want nothing else to do With anything but dust. Burn the legs and up the arms I’m done with walking free Burn the brain, the heart, the soul I retire to the dream.
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Jun 14, 2019
Jun 14, 2019 at 5:15 AM UTC
Charcoal Thoughts
I’m thinking all my charcoal thoughts— Scorching on my mind— I’m thinking all my crumbly words Are worth the dark’s dull time I sit here in the dark And watch the embers burn The feelings of the faces here Mean nothing in the urn. I sit against cold tiles, Hiding in the dark The fire burns me inside out I’m alone, I’m hurt. I sit deep in the fire I have no more bones to give All my blood is boiling And my eyes have all but caved I sit here in the fire And think my charcoal thoughts I want nothing else to do With anything but dust. Burn the legs and up the arms I’m done with walking free Burn the brain, the heart, the soul I retire to the dream.
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Jun 14, 2019
Jun 14, 2019 at 5:15 AM UTC
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