Come burn with me
In this hell we have created
The glare of lit candles
The better to see by
When the lights go out.
Shooting stars like us,
The fallen angels
We'll burn as we
Sing in the shadow
Of the noonday sun.
Kiss out the fire
With icy, numb lips
And rest with me in the ashes.
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