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Standing in the Ashes
Contributed by
Trauma
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Wednesday, 17th January 2007 @ 02:03:24 AM in AEST
Topic:
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Standing over the Ashes
Standing over the ashes of what I’ve burned to the ground
Once again I’ve burned it to a crisp and she will never come around
I tried with all my furious might to still this dark fire
I tried to slay my old demons but was consumed by my desire
You conquered my fragile, tender, bleeding heart
And have casually handed me what was left; all broken apart
I desperately hoped and believed I could make you care
But you’ve abandoned me here alone, when I most need you near
I prayed desperately to the gods to shower their mercy on me
But they tempted, and took, and laughed with such glee
The fire is burning me now, blood spills from my eyes
Blinding me from my truth; all I can see is your lies
My scarred hand reaches desperately for your tender grasp
You see only joy though in my fire, my face burns off revealing my mask
I watch you carefully as a slight smile cross your face
I am naked now in front of you, and you love this bitter taste
Now you will leave, you make sure to walk away slow
A light blinds my sunken eyes and I can’t see where you go
I know I won’t see you again; my heart falls to the floor
What’s left of it dies for I will see you no more
My love and my mind have consumed my poor soul
And you’ve left me falling into a dark hole
As I fall to the ground, laughter escapes my lips
I know I will bleed no more; your love is my eclipse
The laughter fades away and I’m content to lay here and dream
My eyes close while they can; tears flow through them like a stream
The Dreams are all I have left, my love is now lost
I was foolish enough to believe in you, and this is the cost
Your smell lingers in my nose; it’s what I’ll most miss
The Dream ends as I hold you; it won’t let me feel your kiss
I decide I will lie here forever; I will leave my heart shut
A light suddenly shines on me; a soft hand pulls me up
This is spot where she left me, where I was meant to die
A tear splashes my face; its warmth gives me life
The mysterious being lingers, I can’t see who is there
A smile remembers my face, I breathe in its sweet air
The soft hand gives me an apple; its smell so familiar to me
The hand lingers on my face; grazing my cheek softly
I try to take the hand of my face; I remember this tease
The hand refuses to let go; I feel a gentle breeze
I try hard to find words, I can’t think of what to say
The breeze turns into a storm, and the hand is whisked away
Standing over the ashes of my burning, foolish love
My eyes gaze up through the hole wondering what waits above
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Re: Standing in the Ashes
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by sicknivesevered on
Wednesday, 17th January 2007 @ 02:08:39 PM AEST
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