The fire inside of you
will you let it burn?
I sharpen the knife in my gut
You bring the rain.
The words of my mind
bleed forth, on and on
through the mire of self-reproach
I am here as a flash of lighting
the worry of thunder
The end is nigh
and we change naught.
It is as it always was
the moral of the story
was a dream
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 9:21 PM UTC
The fire inside of you
will you let it burn?
I sharpen the knife in my gut
You bring the rain.
The words of my mind
bleed forth, on and on
through the mire of self-reproach
I am here as a flash of lighting
the worry of thunder
The end is nigh
and we change naught.
It is as it always was
the moral of the story
was a dream
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