Saturday, February 04, 2006

burn me

There's poignancy in the slow burn;

Such patience to Self-immolate.

smoldering eyes are flaming tongues,

That singe the threads of fate.

Saturate the earth with my ashes;

But, don't fill this Crucified crucible.

when i'm cremated you'll comprehend,

That this is the only way i'm reducible.

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