Pulled by fickle vines
Set this heart on fire
What utter restraint
I am bound on my own
Burn my soul
I want to burn
I want to burn to life
And if I don't break this down
Set this heart on fire
Wrapped in my body
Of metal bars
And my hair of chains
Burn my soul
I want to burn
I want to burn to life
If my mind flies away
Set this heart on fire
And carry my breath
Upward like smoke
Because I have no wings
Burn my soul
I want to burn
I want to burn to life
And if I hold my whim
Set this heart on fire
Let it melt it's cage
And stretch out like
Flexing tendons over bone
Burn my soul
I want to burn
I want to burn alive
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Restless Things
Poesia"I didn't realize what damage heat can do To flesh so bare So I poured you out all over me Until I was undone And shaking But after the fire has gone All that's left is ash and wilted skin So now I know Better" -The Things You Left Behind (Poetry, P...
