He never died
but he also wrote death on his tombstone
here today and gone tomorrow
the mist in the shower told stories
how the vision in my head twist and turn
brutal to my sanity I race to amputate this broken wing
the fire covering the ceiling taunt me
dancing like damaged souls
he just never died, but I could touch him
he burned the part of me that was pure
now my body lack emotions
a song-less hymn of burning wings
he never died
......
becuase he breath in me

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