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Flames Devote Their Time To The Living

Author: Reckoner
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There is a strength that calms and burns at the same time, it calibrates the weight of the important tears, the truths that fall from the souls of you and me. We will be saved for these events that clog our tear ducts as we sleep, and the tradegy that scars and scrambles the temperature inside of our brains as we look for a way to retreat from the fear and pain.

Flames Devote Their Time To The Living

Must there be a trial by fire
her actions might have triggered a spell
but did her words really create these present fires
this woman encased in chain-linked bodies
in hands that want to cause bodily harm
hands that would disappear
if she could just find a spell to wish them all away

disapproving eyebrows
their fervent expressions spiking
tainting the bare oak cross with their meaty stares
spreading the blood of an innocent over the rotting wood
you can't just ask someone to relinquish this kind of desire
she must construe the plot against her

why did this so-called witch
rub elbows with impertinence that one solemn night
was it better to thrive in that miserable underbelly
to contradict the life that a leaf follows
drifting about
with no knowledge of the foot that crushes souls at random

am I not just a plague to your reality
a malignant dancer
stomping around in a world of blushing flowers
prancing all over this stable world of liars
opening up the truth
that stands around looking at the floor

if I am I must be a plague of sincerity then
because I never chose to rebound in this way
you say that I was falling apart
that I needed to cling to something outside
something that darkens as it grows
kills as it saves my voice in this world

I never sacrificed my heart to hurt you
never lifted a hand to strike your miserable looks
I left you alone
I cried for a one lifetime
and now I am ready to live one
nothing so strong ever darkened when the sun came out

fastened tight to the oak frame
my body
quietly spoken

parallel to the smoldering wood I smiled
with a one last breath I spoke his name
and as my eyelids began to peel away
he came up to the crowd
and began to cut down every last one of them
creating a path through the chains that covered me

with two hands that felt cold on my cheeks
he wiped the charred sweat from my brow and smiled
the flames seemed to halt for a moment
waiting for the look on his face to change
but it never did
and with no more hesitation the flames engulfed him too

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Not quite sure of all the specific meanings, and once we are doing better in our relationship again i will ask you to explain it. I cried two lifetimes, so you know. I love you.

| Posted on 2007-01-30 00:00:00 | by angelfyre | [ Reply to This ]

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