To be.
Waning hours why do you taunt me?
Flames lick the walls
Time is not something we possess
Come quick, come soft
Beloved,
Kiss my lips
Comfort does not dwell here
Rip me open
Take what it is you came here for
Pierce me with waves of icy water
drown me, do it
do it now
Why do the flames behold such beauty?
That only the pity of tears can put them out?
Lay your flowers at my grave
Be free to shed your tears
There is no flame
For it is lost, burnt out and crushed
Only a weary land remains
Bones and skeletons of trees
The ashes of this rose
Will be my only condolence
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