Burning.

Play that song again
‘cause now i’m free, from all chains
from all hate, all burning
through my icy veins
makes warmer my face.
Through your burning silhouette
I saw that you came,
and across the city,
all i can see is hell
and i came,
to free you as well
from that heaven you call misery.
Because all fires are meant to go away
but we’re gonna destroy the city
before we fade.

Do that noise again
so i can see you, my maid
made of music
made of calm
from the moans of your soul,
from the ties breaking,
from the essence of the difference,
from your lips on my shoulder,
from my hands on your legs,
from the silent sighs,
from the sights of our bed.
As ours as the time itself,
as gone as the mist,
as calm as the face
of the end.

Get back again
from that limbo you call rest.
Brace yourself
‘cause people are gone
hearts are broken
roses are dead
but do not forget, the flames that wake
when the whole world is burning,
we did the best
when the last act of freedom
we can make,
is over the bed.

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