Saturday, October 21, 2006
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Current mood: distressed
I wrote this yesterday while I was at work. Maybe writing this poetry is helping me in some small way. Right now I can't really tell.
Through the Fire
Walk with me through the fire.
Cleansing, burning, incinerating.
Destroy my each and every desire.
Feel the pain that fire can bring.
Walk with me through the heat.
It consumes with no remorse.
Tear the chaff from the wheat.
It will run it's deadly course.
Walk with me through the flames,
As they burn everything in sight.
Join me in this deadly game.
Come burn with me tonight.
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