Tuesday, 3 February 2009

False alarm

A fire, a fire
You can only take what you can carry
A pulse, your pulse
It's the only thing I can remember

I break, you don't
I was always set to self-destruct, though
The fire, the fire
It cracks and barks like primal music
If your world were to go up in flames. What would you want to take? And when you cant, what would you do? Would you hesitate? Stay, and watch the flesh melt off your bones? Or cut and run, knowing that there will always be a hollow in your soul?

Currently: looking back
Listening to: Snow Patrol - If there's a rocket tie me to it

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