Fires Last Life
Gray vague sweet memories plaguing me like a darkened fire that is slowly
diminishing, burning flames flickering in the shadows trying to hold onto that last
piece of undampened wood, it's slipping away fighting within a cold eerie hand
pulling it deeper into the depths of eternity
Kicking grasping not completely comprehending the absolute of the situation, not
willing to change in that stubborn way that objects do, kicking and screaming for
you to breathe life inside this dying creature as it fades deeper into that dark
abyss known as life and this is the cycle that remains forever unchanged
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