I am eaten
Its a flesh eating disease
I've been on fire
I have tried
to understand
I see the blood on my hands
in my mind in my dreams
her eyes haunt me
they are on fire, brilliant
and beautiful
Its all a beautiful song
like a Hollywood drama
the sandstorm is almost done
and a thorny red rose will appear
The good comes from the bad
and the thorns will present
Forgiving freedom
and beautiful glass
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