Lyric № 160
Lachrymalia
There are ruins deep inside me
Of what I can't become,
That fire in your eyes
Like the fire of the sun.
Darker than my passion,
Darker than my lust,
I feel you burn inside me
Like a fever from your touch.
You're the phoenix of my ashes,
This renaissance of dust.
I cannot breathe without this,
But it hurts you just as much.
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(I was beginning to think us big-worders were a dying species)
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