fondfawned

for that is the only way i may have a chance of surviving.

i hear the roaring and the roasting

and i know that it is i.

even though help is only a few digits away, for the first time i say "no" to any alleviation.

i don't want to be justified.

i want to sob

until the prolonged shrieking

it's sad and played out but it's true

i see the sirens and hear the alarms

and fail to reanimate you

;

i'll take all the risks, i take it that you'll run

i can't keep you warm and alive

i stare straight down the barrel of your gun

and you avert your eyes

;

he sees in me someone that i'm not

then he can't meet me for who i am

i light you up but i can't keep you hot

another shell of a man

;

maybe this is all an illusion

an unlucky streak or perhaps a curse.

a pipe dream, a bleak conclusion

the same old wound