The
Fire In My Soul Is Burning Out
Birth is the beginning of death
The death of me is pain
I wish I had the power to make the pain subside…but I don’t
The dreams of my life I once longed to lead
Are being drained by the knife
That leaves my soul and wrists to bleed
The rushing of the blood amazes me
because I don’t want to live on
The pain reminds me that I’m alive
And the tears soothe my burning soul
However, the fire never completely dies
Unlike me, I want to die
The fire struggles to live on and survive
How come I don’t feel like the fire burning inside me?
With relief I note the darkness-
the sun, with its thoughtlessness
like me, has gone
Death is so bad, or is it a relief?
The time has come you must let go
of the one you have loved for too long
You can rest assured
No more pain and suffering will be endured
I will be with you everyday
And with the angels below
I will look up to you