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Vasto Grom

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Burn It All Down


As I open the furnace door I feel the flame grow
I hear the crackling and a smile cracks across my face
As the fire begins to spew from the opening a sweet and twisted bliss begins to fill me
And as the flames spread to everything in sight I can't help but laugh
Soon the beauty of those flames cover everything around me
And a warmth fills my very soul as the flames grow higher
They lick my skin and begin to eat away at lies I wear
No longer do I feel confined as it all burns away
The old me peels away and disappears as the ash fills the air
No longer can I breathe as I descend the burning stairs
The faces in the pictures melt away and soon all the past burns to the ground
And as I open the front door I feel the sweet and cooling breeze rush in
As the wind breathes life into my burning redemption I feel happy once more
And as I now stand in front of the burning and crumbling house built up on the foundations of my lies I feel myself reborn
The last piece of the lies I once wore as skin peels away and I fall into laughter as my eyes gaze upon the sweet and wondrous flame engulfing everything

Submitted: Thursday, July 11, 2013
Edited: Monday, January 06, 2014
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