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Burned, she flinches far from the fire
Withdrawn in the defense?
Or is it something higher?
She says it's to get away from the cold
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She couldn't see
And neither could he
Blindfolds start weighing
No visible seams.
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All she remembered was shouting
In the frightening woes of her sleep
Misadventures, trials, the battles
Memories she dared not to keep
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You cried out as you tried to hang on to the wire
Screamed and bled as you swung even higher
You were careful to hide the blood stains on your wrist
And afraid as red droplets leaped to the abyss.
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I bid you a question that haunts me this day.
Is love really love, or is it just a play?
Is this feeling a trick that is played on your mind?
Is it a sin to talk of the love that you find?
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Her hands continue to cling to the gloves in her fist; a peculiar sight, for the temperatures can get awfully chilly. Her garb is colorless, bleak, black. Her bonnet offers no shield to the bite of wind, and instead looks awkward against the curling locks of fine blonde hair.
She looks like an angel, and it is all I can do not to wonder why such a creature could carry such a forlorn expression across her perfect features.
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Days go by
Still her eyes are unmoving.
Her face like stone
Etched forever in the throes of a dream.
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I'm forced to turn to your disdain
When I can't keep a beat.
It tries me so
A bitter foe
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Oh my, what a coincidence!
The details of this incident.
Shocking weren't for the fact
That self control is torn to shreds.
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She keeps on with her running
But she's not running closer
Nor is she any farther away.
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The peace pervades in calm spring rains
But I myself must fight refrain
The celtic knots in stomach writhe
The only way to feel alive
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A lone outsider
An Exile of God
Revered by the sinners
Hold the saints in awe.
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The plaster continues to crumble
It's because of the light!
That blasted light!
I see the floors are sinking in
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Actius Luna
Burned, she flinches far from the fire
Withdrawn in the defense?
Or is it something higher?
She says it's to get away from the cold
But of course she knows better
That story's so old
In truth, if she knew what the flame did conspire
She would turn away
Turn away from the fire
But she'll make excuses
Far-fetched as it seems
I know this because I was the girl in this scene
Changing, though that's just the nature of fire
The glint in her eyes,
Like a bird on the wire
She reaches and grabs
She wishes to take
And that's why her hands are beginning to shake.
Burned, she cries out, her wounds are so dire
Withdrawn in defeat?
Hell no, says the fire
The scores, they're not shallow
But they'll trouble no more
For she'll take the leap, the rest she'll ignore.
Entranced, they all look to her for the fire
In all that she does
Not a trait to admire
She jumps, not a look
Then she'll dance, and they'll freeze
Oh, the heat from within makes them fall to their knees
Her face, it tempts any man to desire
For her eyes are a gem
Hair the color of fire
She can't help when they burn
But she can never turn back
She'll sit and watch as their lust turns to black
Lost, and all because of this fire
She did not turn away
Though 'twas never a liar
Her hands are still shaking
Her head's on her knees
But she'll stay and suffer this near-hell in a breeze.
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