The flames are burning bright behind me again,
In this small four walled grey prison cell.
See how they grow higher behind me my friend,
A pyre into which to many broken things fell.
And no matter how hard you run,
I've been running for so long now
No matter how hard you run,
They'll catch up with you some day, some how
And no matter how hard you run
They'll always be dancing, always be dancing,
Always be dancing right there behind you.

See how they dance,
Higher and higher they dance.
Chasing me threw this long cold night
Until the brake of day . . .

See how they eat at me,
Burning away at my shell.
See how the burn spreads
And decorates me with new scars.

See how they dance,
Higher and higher they dance.
Fuelled by what I cant see,
Entranced by this hypnotic devilry.

See how I dance with them,
Forced to now by the devils fiddle.
Feet shackled by the music
I bow my head in solemn penance.

Anxiety injected
Into this pre-future moment.
I closed my eyes
To try and hide myself away,
As these burning flames
Cast hopeless shadows
Onto the light of this new born day . . .

-?-


Penned by my hand on the 24th of Ero, in the year 327 AF.