Burning, by Lindsay Subscribe to rss feed for Lindsay

Strike a match 
and let it burn 
lock the latch 
then...you can mourn. 

Blow out the flame 
and press it down 
the pain is the same 
allow the heart to sound 

Feel the heat 
and feel the pain 
Where fire and flesh meet 
peace comes through the flame 

Smell the flesh 
and take it in 
it is like crystal meth 
I care not if it is a sin! 
Posted: 2007-03-23 01:44:15 UTC

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2007-04-08 01:33:23FarmGirl
nice one