Crying pain
Burning into skin leaving inscriptions, thoughts of burning anger
Break me down but do not let them pass
Fight my heart from its own desires
Shackle my mind from its own terrors
For a whim of the heart, for the sake of a chance encounter
Incinerate the flesh that stands in the way of falling
Or the pain I no longer feel might pierce my heart with
precision
Reduce to ash your source, oh lachrymose be cremated
No more take me to war with no shields, I’ll give my life
and brand it bravery
But no more of you
Burn into nothings for no one will come to wipe you clean.
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