Burning

Does blood ever spill
Of those who took the final race?
Why do I say these words?
These feelings are besides my own

Living, giving, striking
Dying to do our best

A dead will burned to misery
As infinity consumes the mind

Drown, infernal blindness
Salutes with rotten lips
Possessive imagination
Retarded remains cremation

Fear falls to human forms
Down where feelings lie apart
One space following another
And I, why did I hurt?

Burning, burning

Does blood ever spill
Of those who took the final race?
Why do I say these words?
These feelings are besides my own

Living, giving, striking
Dying to do our best

A dead will burned to misery
As infinity consumes the mind