Secret Admirer
the day i was born
my life in scorn...
what path do i lead
what words will be sworn...
no hope in my heart
just the day we will we mourn...
in the blood of my brothers a message shall be warned.
no future to behold
my story will be told...
no words of the mental
just a poet in gold...
with a soul that will glow
like a fire in the snow...
the ones we believe in,are the ones we let go.
no racing the clock
for one day will stop...
no image to renew
much people forgot...
the suffering that dropped
the demons will rot...
and the fire in the snow, will only get hot.
we remain in the fire
and urge for desire...
we will drown in the lake
that only gets higher...
and bleed with the lier
that made us the crier...
down to the wire, we die in the fire
burned for the love,from your secret admirer.
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