When I close my eyes the world burns with the embers of a fantasy fire
That keeps at bay the chilling hands of loneliness.
Like the sun and moon at war;
I live in the cusp between worlds,
Waiting on a sign from the light that I may finally dig my grave in its pure land,
Even as I continue to cling to the one I've called home in the depths of midnight.
Because that fantasy fire keeps me warm, safe.
Threats of flame consuming my soul lie in reality.
And when you carry your life unlived in day dreams,
No one can burn your soul.
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 8:46 PM UTC
When I close my eyes the world burns with the embers of a fantasy fire
That keeps at bay the chilling hands of loneliness.
Like the sun and moon at war;
I live in the cusp between worlds,
Waiting on a sign from the light that I may finally dig my grave in its pure land,
Even as I continue to cling to the one I've called home in the depths of midnight.
Because that fantasy fire keeps me warm, safe.
Threats of flame consuming my soul lie in reality.
And when you carry your life unlived in day dreams,
No one can burn your soul.
