Firelight

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By *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

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