Someber Matches Chasing the Light
And my affliction turned to realization as I sat on the porch
Holding black tipped matches to your eyes
Like melting wax under a sheet of snow
And hoping that all the memories would disappear
Was the answer within your view?
Searching for some fiction in your Styrofoam hideout
Don't step into the light Malina, just chase away the night
And the flames grew taller as I sat on the porch
Velvet roses underneath the spiral staircase
Like fireworks blooming black skies
And dreaming all the ways to die without pain or affliction
Was your reflection shoveled within in your heart?
Digging for some truth and finding plastic dreams grasping for air
Don't chase the night Malina, just step into the light
Carved my thoughts into a weeping willow
Then walked away with the ashes
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