[ iii of iv/v/vi ?] ° burning flames °
while i stand
under the moonshine
i realize
just how confused
i've been through time
it's more like a
partial paralysis
i'm stuck i can't
even move i'm
still trying
to escape
my demons
under the bed
in my room
you know
i'd rather be locked in
a box with my mind in
just trying to escape
and turn a blind eye and
to do away with this pain
i paint a canvas
of a thunderstorm
and ferocious rain
that's when i found you,
perfectly fitting my frame
so i painted
a wall flower
in your name
and in the red
of your blood,
under that rain,
looking like
a burning flame
this my love,
was a letter
i wrote
with a picture
i painted
in your name
.
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// mood / et.pat - moonchild //