First time back, it rushes in on me, this is the past
however, it's not, no, this is now and then was then
no more roaring flames, only cinders
lukewarm in civilized smouldering, quite another tale
Maybe I mistook the doors? Perhaps I opened the one
that led to another life, maybe not even mine?
This room of cinders may also be what was before
yes, even long, long before that distant past
embedded in my heart, so unforgettable that it's what I call "my life"
Is there anything more in rooms ravaged by flames?
No, cinders is all there is, they give away the flames
they bring no warmth to cooled down souls
How could they, they are nothing but ghosts of flames?
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-05-11 10:27:25
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