Burn, burn like the rage of a dying flame.
Scream, scream with the cry of a bushfire.
Flicker, flicker away as the wind puts you out for one last inevitable time.
The bridges are now torched.
There is no you, there is only me.
Apr 9, 2020
Apr 9, 2020 at 4:41 AM UTC
Burn, burn like the rage of a dying flame.
Scream, scream with the cry of a bushfire.
Flicker, flicker away as the wind puts you out for one last inevitable time.
The bridges are now torched.
There is no you, there is only me.
"May I carry the flame to burn alone" - The meaning of Ignem Feram.
May we all carry the flame to burn alone, once there is no more wine or song left.
June 2017.
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