From the fire
I turn away my head
No ashes cover me
Ashes cover me
The people stare
As I write my thoughts
In a little yellow book
Little yellow book
The mirror smiles
It sees your face
I want to be
A little more afraid
Cuz I won't look back
Are you gonna look back?
Strike me down
I couldn't care less
I hold my hand
Closer to yours
Move in for the kill
You have the blade
My heart is here
For you to tear
Don't be afraid
Never be afraid
I want to be
With you
Don't you see?
Bountiful lies
Nothing else surprises
Nothing else shows me
I follow through
A little lesson
Gonna think this through
Jesus, when do they end
I'm tired of waiting
Just take me now
And be done with it
Cuz the way it is
Will never be
The way I want it to
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
@ Luis Estable Honestly, I just wrote this poem from the top of my head. In about 3 minutes. So, however you interpret this poem is entirely up to you, friend =) I'm not even sure how to interpret it.