37: Isn't It Lovely?
The fire that blares from inside my soul
Is growing too strong for me to control
It burns down all in sight
Makes everyone flee in fright
Isn't it lovely?
The burning colors of despair?
The fire vanishes in a cloud of smoke
Leaving me al alone to choke
The rain comes down in streams
Smothering my and dreams
Everything spins so fast in a circle
And the ground underneath my feet to crumble
I fall into a dark never ending pitt
And a red glow comes from the flesh I just split
Isn't it lovely?
How life can end so suddenly?
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