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"Numb the flames.
Embrace their final sound.
Lose you and now numb.
Watch my tears fall so fluent and graceful.
A dance, not well rehearsed.
But a dance, so fulfilling.
Like crumpled paper,
I linger in the doorway,
As I wish I could understand,
What it was I am here for.

I don't fight my tears,
I encourage them.
It seems I can't help anyone,
Not even myself.
Don't offer your helping hand.
I'd much rather bite it off.
And in your screams I'd end my life,
Forever taken by the means of no mercy.
I'd wish your mind to be recovered,
Much before my own breath.
Release me from this hell we call home.
No one understands,
And those who do can't matter to me.

Without your touch,
WIth only your words,
I can't feel you,
As much as I wish I could.
Let your breath run into me,
And let mine be gone,
As I lie on this gilded ground.
Slowly changing.
Slowly rotting.
Slowly dying.

But so quickly denying.
Everything that's real,
And everything that's not.
I'm left in a vicious vortex.
Spinning and tearing,
And tearing and spinning.
Losing when I win,
And losing when I lose.
I can't stay this way.

An infant boy approaches an altar.
He's cold and confused.
Seeking refuge he is greeted by another.
Just as weak as he.
Together they live their lives happily,
They rebuild the church.
And allow themselves to be seen by the rest of the world.
The world enters the church once and a while.
But soon return outside.
With fires in hand,
The world burns down the church.
And the youngsters remain lost,
Within the ashes."