| A longing deep inside like a smoldering fire
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| Only to be suffocated by circumstance and relation
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| Its smoke taking your sight, blinding your eyes
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| Slowly your anticipation of the future is leaving
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| It winters within you, nourishing on your pain and distress
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| Until one day it eats you up from the inside
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| Cast aside all useless trappings you wear
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| And wallow in this euphoria for a moment
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| For soon this sensation will cease
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| And rationality will regain control
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| Set again, the perception is sinking in
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| Free for but a moment, bound for a lifetime
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| A smile on your lips and the taste of blood on your tongue
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| Ever so slightly you give in
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| To the apprehension of consequence
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| Weary have you become, tired of these iron bars
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| Suddenly the flames are growing higher, swallowing the cinders
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| and burning up the surface, your very substance
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| Bursting out, your thoughts dwindle and instinct takes over
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| resulting in a temporary loss of reason
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| Adherent of devoid the defeat turns into a rancid emotion
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| To give birth to another impulse of rapture
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| Over the years and through the tears
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| These feelings will fester
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| Until the growing despair sends out sparks again |