I am on fire
Be kind
Brutal in your love
Cold in your empathetic ways
Pain is a part of burning
Ash to ash
Spit on the dust
Those up high Don't cry for us
I built my misery sat up the cornerpost tall
I flew forever during my fall
Dark don't scare me
Il climb out
I'm built for this life never any doubt
Born to lose I burn alive
Pierced heart and broken lives
I am on fire, may my ashes combust, spit on the dust, il fight till the end don't cry for us

We are just savages given to chance
Killing long-term dreams for short term romance
I've tried to sleep, I count my sheep
But I can't stop watching the lowered moon and how it sweeps through the melted town in June
All the scars no matter how deep never have been able to stop my feet

Lower me down gently
I am settled inside
No more conflict
For a night
My sun doesn't come up until I've awoke
To many battles
Anger tears muscle from bone
Love keeps a whole person
For the night
I'm ok
I need rest, let me rest in love

Haughty, course, stylish, abandoned
Forgotten
Calluses mark a life
Blood is your recyclable gasoline
A stigma all your own
Muscular and frail
Not popular anymore
At fault for pain and insanity
Celebrated for pleasure and impulse
Never understood
Alone

You didn't choose to come
But your here
You didn't choose who brought you
But there here
Your unfamiliar with any surroundings and confused as to why or what
Your out of touch, frail, and scared
Have a seat
Here is our truths, no questions, not on this please, just listen
These are older than any of us and was here before any of us
This is what we know although our bodies and minds rage against
What's expected of you
Your actions
Your mind
Your feelings
The strangers that brought you will mold these for you
Listen understand accept
Obsessions habits thoughts traits
Imprints on a soul
You have questions
We all did
Youl grow out of it

So in a splendid self destructive decension this world is in decay. The ones you call broken are the souls who are beautiful beauty has no specific color or ***, labels are for the pretty people on high hills. While looking down from your pedestals at the broken be careful of what you call beauty, real beauty is in soup kitchens, animal shelters, trying to help in there own neighborhood instead of traveling to third world countries with there church group. There real and don't always bend at the knee they will save the world one day, with love beyond this worlds understanding.