FIRE

Fire burns through ages, leave ashes in my tray, tell me oh tell me where from desire is away? Where can I find that empty cold self, without your burn, tell me oh tell me, when its my turn, to gather strength and like a star shine on the sky, but one word crosses my mind, semper fi, to aim for you, to give light I pray, but somehow love is a cruel fay, as I never saw it, never will, to sleep, to melt is my final dream.



Poetry by Golem
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Written on 2007-02-20 at 08:24

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