Please, take my hand,
give me reason.
Let me leave my prison.
But leave me here,
and see me suffer;
Crawling amongst the dirt,
and the dust.
You watch me burn,
holding back the oceans.
I am a phoenix,
leaping through the flames:
My tears are steam,
My blood is fire,
and My resolve is slowly smoking.
For you became my escape from life,
and now life's escaping me.
Slipping through my fingers,
falling to the floor,
catching,
burning,
Gone.
Dec 10, 2012
Dec 10, 2012 at 4:54 AM UTC
Please, take my hand,
give me reason.
Let me leave my prison.
But leave me here,
and see me suffer;
Crawling amongst the dirt,
and the dust.
You watch me burn,
holding back the oceans.
I am a phoenix,
leaping through the flames:
My tears are steam,
My blood is fire,
and My resolve is slowly smoking.
For you became my escape from life,
and now life's escaping me.
Slipping through my fingers,
falling to the floor,
catching,
burning,
Gone.
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