All my life is complied,
Of belongings in a fire.
Souls dancing in the summer air,
Laughing at the expence,
Of everything,
I've ever held dear.
Exposing my soul to another level,
Of suicidal rage.
Just another burn out,
In my history of pain.
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 6:18 PM UTC
All my life is complied,
Of belongings in a fire.
Souls dancing in the summer air,
Laughing at the expence,
Of everything,
I've ever held dear.
Exposing my soul to another level,
Of suicidal rage.
Just another burn out,
In my history of pain.
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