These are the days
When the ichor in my veins
Transmutes from ethereal to acrid
When the fire in my stride
Burns too hot for human skin
When the tangle of all I am
Becomes unbearable asphyxia
But I find
I cannot
Cast myself away
Jan 22, 2012
Jan 22, 2012 at 8:31 PM UTC
These are the days
When the ichor in my veins
Transmutes from ethereal to acrid
When the fire in my stride
Burns too hot for human skin
When the tangle of all I am
Becomes unbearable asphyxia
But I find
I cannot
Cast myself away
Written 1/22/12
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