Go on dull the blade
Soak it in your sorrows
There's nothing more to say
Go away, come tomorrow
Now watch these pictures fade
Dripping is the candle
It slowly makes it's way
To the bottom, touch the bottom
A spark became a flame
The world a ball of fire
Purified the glowing pain
Embers of the hollow
The ashes still remain
Blown across the earth's face
A beautiful destruction
To an ugly memory
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