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Burn by Stephh-qws
Keep me here,
Keep me close,
Between your flesh and your bones.
Burn me alive,
Make me feel
Just like the cigarette burning in my hand,
Burning the page of the book I’m reading,
Burning my health,
My (in)sanity.
Could you mess with my story?
My undefined attempt to life?!
Make me learn to tell the truth,
Make me face this world,
Make me fight you
And
Please, make me feel.
I’m here,
A shadow
Between your flesh and your bones,
Slowly controlling you from the depth of your mind,
Controlling you, getting me out of control…
Wicked game, autodestruction,
Make me FEEL!
‘Cause I’m here
And tomorrow…
I will no longer be,
I’ll be lost somewhere…
Somewhere between my faith and my soul,
Between the last cigarette and the last page of this book
As its first words were: Pulvis et umbra sumus…
And here I am,
Oh God,
I’m just a shadow between your flesh and your bones,
Oh, me,
Oh God,
I’m one, burning here…
There were things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So I buried them, and let them hurt me.
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I like art, and by art I mean music, poetry, sex, paintings, the human body, literature.. All of this is art to me.
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I have always liked quiet people. You never know if they’re simply dancing in a daydream or if they’re carrying the weight of the world.
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