Sunday, September 15, 2002

False Existence- by: the damned

The small
Silent flame
Flickers in my room
The only light
Is what it gives
The room is empty
The air is thick
And my eyes won't move
From the burning flame
I thought I wanted to be one with it
Thus I placed my head over it
I went up in flames
The pain was excruciating
My body sizzled until it was crisp
Nothing of me remained
But charred teeth

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