Dying Flame

June 7, 2008
My thoughts are lost within the depth of my mind
Circuling, haunting, out of control
Out of me
My heart once burned for you
The flame growing so intensly
You were the air I breathed
The heart that once beat
Now the black flame that was once my heart
Has died out
You stole my last breath
And as I lay screaming soundlessly
I will remember you were the murderer

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