the fire,
the desires,
the images so strong they burn.
the pain,
I scream, I cry
OH WHY!
why have I awakened,
again
to find myself a part of this song.
Do you see me? see the tears,
NO
I scream, the fire is raging, the agony is real.
I am left charred, and scarred
but you'll see only the smile.
you, you're a coward
afraid of what is hidden in my heart,
you hide from it,
but for me,
there is no escape
I am left alone, each day to awake and sing this sad song.
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Reviewed by raine
Reviewed on May 5, 2002
this reads as it must be felt, from the inner depths of the spirit..
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