*A fire burns
Burns, burns deep in me
It is the hell I wake up to every morning
As I toss the heavy blankets away from my fevered mind
It is the hell that whispers to the cool night
As I beg the nightmares to hush down
It is the hell that envelopes me in a veil of black
As I wriggle away from the grip of depression
It is the hell that cries to the face of my shame
As I curse them back to my losing heart
Oh how it destroys me!
from the tips of my dark, stiff hair
down to my small, weak toes
Oh how it corrupts me!
Like the crown on a mortal king's head
—slow but absolute
Like the call of a savior,
The calm waters called out to me
From somewhere uncharted
From a world other than my own
Asking me to take myself into its arms
To indulge my havoc in its cure
Because that would make me whole again
Because every answer would come
In the pour of its gentle currents
Over the unchanging tides ofmy inner fight
A swift sleep in its remedy would
Drown the fires, keep them out
But I refused
I refused with all the misery
That's left in me
I refuse
Not to give it the satisfaction
But to let myself burn
Burn
Burn
Burn like the curse of Hades
Burn until my skin bleeds
And the carnal strips become rotten
Become roasted in the torrent of fiery madness
When I become one with the atmosphere
As dark, fleeting ashes in the black night
The remains of what was once frail and human
I'll remember that immense agony
The unforgiving fire
That took me back to where I come from*
Jun 28, 2015
Jun 28, 2015 at 7:59 AM UTC
*A fire burns
Burns, burns deep in me
It is the hell I wake up to every morning
As I toss the heavy blankets away from my fevered mind
It is the hell that whispers to the cool night
As I beg the nightmares to hush down
It is the hell that envelopes me in a veil of black
As I wriggle away from the grip of depression
It is the hell that cries to the face of my shame
As I curse them back to my losing heart
Oh how it destroys me!
from the tips of my dark, stiff hair
down to my small, weak toes
Oh how it corrupts me!
Like the crown on a mortal king's head
—slow but absolute
Like the call of a savior,
The calm waters called out to me
From somewhere uncharted
From a world other than my own
Asking me to take myself into its arms
To indulge my havoc in its cure
Because that would make me whole again
Because every answer would come
In the pour of its gentle currents
Over the unchanging tides ofmy inner fight
A swift sleep in its remedy would
Drown the fires, keep them out
But I refused
I refused with all the misery
That's left in me
I refuse
Not to give it the satisfaction
But to let myself burn
Burn
Burn
Burn like the curse of Hades
Burn until my skin bleeds
And the carnal strips become rotten
Become roasted in the torrent of fiery madness
When I become one with the atmosphere
As dark, fleeting ashes in the black night
The remains of what was once frail and human
I'll remember that immense agony
The unforgiving fire
That took me back to where I come from*
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