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Paradox
I AM BUT A BIRD ON FIRE.
My death howl screeches through hearts
as my panting cries through telephones
spark and ignite.
My wings though they paw at the air,
ignite, ignite, and ignite.
My mind as it crawls draws a line through the peace.
It declares a war on all I've known,
there is no peace,
there are but flames,
the FIRE rages on.
My whole body is collapsing as smoke suffocates
and the words that I speak spread through their lungs,
killing off any hope, any life, any oxgen that remains.
I AM BUT A BIRD ON FIRE.
The fire that kills is one that will spread.
I am immune
as I die
Over
and Over
and Over and Over
Again.
Hope squeezes desperately, clinging to life.
Out go the flames.
Out goes my life.
I AM BUT A BIRD ON FIRE.
WATCH ME LIVE AGAIN.
I AM BUT A QUEEN OF ICE.
All shall fear and tremble.
The chills will run
Up
And
Down.
Chills will turn that smile around.
If my heart breaks, so shall yours.
My shards will fly through unseen doors.
They see the paths, they see my weakness.
My icy heart betrays its mistress.
My heart is numb.
It throbs and sucks.
Your warmth it seeks.
It will not stop.
Sucking life is what it does best.
A kiss of death
A lover's last.
I AM BUT A QUEEN OF ICE.
I rule with mercy and plea:
All who hear and all you see
there is more to life that this misery.
I am aware, less so than others,
but more so than to follow.
I will make a path and trust my fate.
There is no fear when love can't wait.
My icy heart will never melt.
My throne of ice is always felt.
My heart still beats and I still feel.
I know their pain so I kneel.
They cannot see.
They cannot hear.
After all I am nothing more than
A QUEEN OF ICE, invisible to most.
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