All were in the gas chamber.
They put their masks on...
That dream...
That I've once touched...
If silence could speak,
Would it speak of the past...
The Lonesome Death of Fire
Suffering a meaningless life full of doubt...
She walked with a smile.
She laughed with joy...
I'd like to say that I've been better
I'd like to say that those feelings haven't come...
Her body's submerged in fibrin;
a marionette doll of her own physique...
How many times will the demons take over
How many times do i have to chase them till it's...
She always felt the pain,
They tried to help but it wasn't a game...
I hid my face in the shadows
of doubt...
Here I go again
in my hand is a pen...
Remember how I spent nights,
weaving intricate rhymes on this site...