All the Words These You Don'T Say
All the words these you don't say
All the words these I keep
Make me pay if I don't pay
Punish me make me weep.
There is nothing just sorrow
I can not seize the pain
And my heart's within horror
I don't want to enchain
I do not want to threaten
Among forests and fields
I am burning I'm eaten
With the fire, it builds
Frail mount of cinder
It is calling my grieves
There's no pity in winter,
But my memory lives.
Copyright © Serge Lyrewing | Year Posted 2017
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