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Something to set fire to
Running toward the flames, thick smoke encompassing my mind.
Danger.
Its presence from which I derived such pain & pleasure, constantly reassuring that you are conscious here for the moment...
But for what purpose? I am unsure. To be one with the power is to be absent. These questionable circumstances lead me here and Im lost in forever. Now the timber, I will keep you warm in December. The monster they will always remember. The ember of the soul flickering through the holes in their face.
As i melt In the dead cold of winter.
Danger.
Its presence from which I derived such pain & pleasure, constantly reassuring that you are conscious here for the moment...
But for what purpose? I am unsure. To be one with the power is to be absent. These questionable circumstances lead me here and Im lost in forever. Now the timber, I will keep you warm in December. The monster they will always remember. The ember of the soul flickering through the holes in their face.
As i melt In the dead cold of winter.
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