Give me death if that is what it takes
To light the fire in me, even if a mere spark
For only a true, honest fire can burn
These shadows which seem to feed on me
But I'm not me, until my flesh flees the skin.
Let the fire burn each sorry poem within
And let the dust crumble to its own remains
For I would just be off the radar, finally
Off the radar, suddenly, quietly, surely.
To light the fire in me, even if a mere spark
For only a true, honest fire can burn
These shadows which seem to feed on me
But I'm not me, until my flesh flees the skin.
Let the fire burn each sorry poem within
And let the dust crumble to its own remains
For I would just be off the radar, finally
Off the radar, suddenly, quietly, surely.
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