Each and every time I’m thinking of you
There’s a heat of the pleasure rolling me through
Each and every time I see myself burn
Down to the ashes that my demons yearn.
I eagerly give them the meal they deserve,
This dark side of me I need to preserve
To relate to Your storms, to relate to Your pain.
… To let Our angels fly high once again.
Ashes
© Copyright: Оксана Липченко, 2023
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