Gently brush away the dust. It's the field where we used to live.
and remember the scent? right after rainfall?
Like new life...
and you followed the dragon fly
into the fire.
Rebirth? Such a quality is rare.
And to vanish in a burning sky.
I watched that last sunset alone
Shut my eyes and turned away.
Stared in awe and dint move.
Bury each word id unsay
And in that hallowed grave yard,
Nothing would ever sleep.
what's this agony you make me keep?
Fangs so perfect, so white
recklessly tear at the flesh...the awful burning flesh of my hope,
but the ashes never were,
only a matterless tomb; filled with animosity



 
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