Enlighten me,
you struck me to the core,
A flame lit without a fiery motive,
it manipulates its very own dancing way,
Leaches on and burns without desire to fix the broken.
A battle ground without prayer,
running low it dimms,
wait for it to glow with a vengence,
leading its path.
Enlghten me,
you struck me to the core,
left to burn, nolonger my gravity,
Anguish without pitty, just let it burn.
Violently it stares.
Enlighten me with your burning flame,
you once struck me to
the core.
-Amanda Swindahl
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