This Fire in my throat is choking me, I could die from the pain. The fire in my throat is killing my song. I know what is gone. The attack is from me. There's nowhere to go, There's nowhere to flee. I have a book of stories From a time long since past. I swallow these pages (these words), Seeking relief from the firery pain, The pain of my song, The pain that is gone. These shallow feelings press into me like stones. A retchid cry from my neck is heard, Ashes of what is left of my voice. The Fire of my heart, Drawn into my throat, Left me like this, A broken soul without a song.
Reason for writing:
I was feeling very intense emotions at the time
Birth sign: Pisces
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