21 August 2015

Alive. And Burning.

Not broken.
Frozen. In time. 
Without pain or feeling
Love forgotten, for remembered, 
It is a thought closer to death. 
When remembered, it is despair.
Frozen, sleeping through time itself.
Not broken.
Woken. With a kiss.
A kiss stolen. A kiss only. 
Woken. Still frozen.
Can't move,  
Can't breathe - 
There is burning inside
A firestorm of grief.
Of pain, of misery
Of torture. 
Woken. In anger. In agony. In time. 
Alive. Not living. 
Alive. Not moving.
Alive. And burning. 

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