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Red Ashes

Walking down the hill
All I want is to chill
All I can feel is the thrill
because here they used to kill

I see imperfections in the road, but I keep walking
Danger makes me stay, while I’m lonely, talking

Something’s warming in my chest, and I can’t describe the feeling

I’m lying on the snow, but I see it’s red
Admire the fire, while the ground’s my bed

Who really needs the sun to stay alive?
Chasing cars without the need to drive

I wonder if there’s a way to melt down this snow
How fast should I run, that’s all I want to know

Staying quiet, the transit’s all I can see
What is the ocean, it used to be the sea

The fire’s burning above the water
If I don’t stop breathing, it’ll be hotter

I should not let the fire burn this forest, but otherwise I won’t find the exit

I stare at the tree that’s next to me
But I forgot there is water at the sea

All I have is where down I’m lying
Around the sea, the forest’s dying

(Source: rrodd-mashup / RRodd, via rrodd-alternative-poetry)

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