Me, Inside

by Abraham   Mar 5, 2005


Misfortune with casualties
Wishing to RIP without harmony
The loneliest in life
Couldn't handle it enough

Darkness falls on to the lighted room
No doors to escape
Waiting for this wish to be made
With steady eyes watching the fires bloom

Eyes closed with calmed breath
Prepares to elevate
Arms stretched side to side
Legs put together has to been
crucified...without a cross

The beginning of flames inside his soul
Without screaming, a dead body he will be

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