Firelight, by *Psychopathic Child* Subscribe to rss feed for *Psychopathic Child*

Once I see the firelight
Part of my soul is lost to night
Giving me a sense of peace
Sweet high time of release
Keeping my mind at bay
When I have a rough day
Right now its what I require
My minds one desire
If I didn't have this
My thoughts would go amiss
The alternative is worse
My life's ultimate curse
Scars plague my body and soul
Knowing I can never be whole
Though my skin blood weeps
But the darkness goes to sleep
Posted: 2017-04-09 11:25:44 UTC

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