Cold, Hot, Roasting,
My heard and soul feels frozen
While my skin lights and keeps toasting
Take me off the grill I pray
I already start to burn,
And there will be no time left one day for sanity and mercies turn
They’ve been rotating through my mind so long now it seems,
But if I stay on the burner, they may shoot out of my dreams, my life, and me,
Till I am left, with this alone, but to face my destiny.
BF; August 23, 2004
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