Friday, March 4, 2011

Burn

When you’re gone, I walk through hell.
Through the fire and flames I enter.
I take it as a mere stroll not caring
what of me burns.

I swim through the boiling lava for you,
Feeling nothing,
Only numbness.

But when you come back to me I will be
utterly useless,
For my soul has burned in hell for
eternity.

-written by my awsome friend, Kabra Taylor :)

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