The Ashes Of Who I Used To Be

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I'm standing on the ashes
Of who I used to be
I love the smell of sulfur
So much that it's almost troubling

It's almost as if
I'm slowly going crazy
I'm dancing around
In the ashes of who I used to be

Ashes are supposed to be grey
So what I can't understand
Is why my ashes are a blood red color
Instead of being bland

I'm slowly spinning
While the ashes float around me
It's a new year
I can finally see

I'm suffocating
In the ashes
Of who I
Used to be

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