An eternal slumber,
An endless dream,
Risen by fire,
Too much pain to dream,
Eyes closed forever never opening again,
The warmth on the inside keep my dreams alive,
So close in grasp,
But slip away with just a gasp.
My inner flame,
My burning spirit,
Only one can contain,
Only one can control,
The puppet master of fire,
My only savior,
The one who dies before my eyes,
The one who keeps the flame alive,
Never going out,
One day the flame will burn out,
And my will remain closed,
Since its my fiery end.
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Author:
Toxic Nightmare (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Sad
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Comments2
Yes sad, but thoughtful.
i love this.
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