I miss the burning of my flesh Content in simple earthly pleasures Meaning only in breath you censor Walk amongst the blessed Digress into false posture to assume role of coalwalker I seek my lost muse... What must she feel right this instant? Does my name even bring about vague distant memories? Blurry bloodshot eyes scan a familiar candle lit room I am consumed by these questions all too often upon my sad weary tongue Perhaps she will visit me Here again someday Only to find I am not the one she remembers If she even remembers Black smoke rises to a heaven i do not know Slowly gaze to take in our sorrow Why question a life only borrowed? I am surprised by my lack of resolve I thought I could be pure I thought I could endure winding lonesome road which still lies ahead I sit with hands upon chin in disbelief Grieve the passing of my content I breath contempt for my surroundings Without consent grasp the hand of what man might be passing Do you hold the book housing answers? Straight faced with laughter Only comprehends my plight after Son I must have burnt that chapter I only want to recapture what was once mine Nothing is yours Shall I be lured upon same crossroads as Robert Johnson? Only if you believe in myth Black smoke rises to a heaven i do not know Slowly gaze to take in our sorrow Why question a life only borrowed? I miss that burning of your flesh I thought you once to be pure How could we endure simple earthly pleasures when your own soul you censor? I lost all truth as I tread that winding road What I feel eternal is the bliss of my quiet grief I am but a distant memory The candle of thought long has been extinguished No man has no answer Let me rest this sad weary tongue My only true possession Black smoke rises to a heaven i do not know Slowly gaze to take in our sorrow Why question a life only borrowed?
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