the time, the story in a mind
i can lay here, in a place forgotten
cold fires so outlined
memories earned is all they've gotten
the lies of sleep strung
to slip betweens the hands of a sill
only a fast pace heart beat sung
the meaning of what i feel
everything lays inside these eyes
consumed by a drugged up glaze
watching the cold fires die
but burn with all my gaze
these things have fallen to the ground
and rot upon my cold arms
their deaths screaming without sound
and these curses have left me charmed
im cold, but i linger here
every moment another to betray
and with every death, with every tear
i wish to just stay and lay
under the reaching cries
watching these cold fires die
everything captivated in these eyes
with nothing left but to realize
that when morning comes
all this will hide
so deep in my eyes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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