the key


Hold a key to my heart

Like a widow that shoots darts  

As fire bites my soul

So, does my desire show no hold?

Left to the cold,

Will you be the thing from old?

Consume me in your light

Til you’re my only thing I fight

As you’ve chased away, the darkness in me

The only person which you see

Every time your eyes cut down mine

What hides in your enduring chasms from ounce you shined?

As sparks fly, so shall I ever be

An angel casted aside, but am I meant to live or die

Show me my way, only if you promise you’ll stay


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