Fire Burns The Fury

by Armada the Gestalt   Mar 2, 2008


Consumed by, this ire,
Victim of my desire
No heartbeat, a liar,
Soul burnt out by this fire.

I see me,
I hear me,
But still I do not know me,
I feel me
In corners
Lurking in the mirrors.

They can try but won't make me
No form of sound can now wake me
I'm not asleep,
I am not dead,
I'm waiting for you to take me.

Forgive me, for my sin,
This burning hell I am in
Protect me, from my kin,
This battle I cannot win.

I fear me,
I hate me,
But still I cannot end me
I sense me
Still waiting
Lurking in the mirrors.

They can try but won't make me
No form of sound can now wake me
I'm not asleep,
I am not dead,
I'm waiting for you to take me.

Help me, close my eyes,
Fall to what I despise
The fury, and the lies,
Watch me as this corpse dies.

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