Once upon a morning hour
Waiting so desperately
She crept into his heartache
Where he kept silence disease
Drained down for a modest taste
Too much for his release
Was quick and then she left him
But she’d be following
Inside she wept his sorrow
Like nails drifting down the stream
Waiting for no tomorrow
Inside her darkest dream
She cradled alone, so empty
There’s no more blood to shed
Come step into the fire
Seek your only bed
Burn away
Now
Step outside
You won’t be
Turning back
Now
Look outside
It’s time to
Find escape
Now
Knowing flame
Will take you
Far away
Now
You decay
I thank you
... For saving me...
Copyright 2004 little nemo
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