Kingdom of Fire
The shadow figments of the East
Dance closer and closer to your eyes
Stuck in the same old distance
Twelve different pasts
Come ease your way into the Walls
Create your own sick desire
Loath being bothered
Yet desire another
Figures move away in the street
Figures look away in the halls
A person is staring
Such disappointment
A slit on my hand
Talked sinister sweet
When I thought through
Darkness in my head
More reassuring than every smile
Calmer than inverted storms
Pricking the sides of my eyes
Hello hello is anybody there
I will not speak
I ask too much of my friends
Another black September
Barely seen and not heard
Can they not see into my eyes
Can they not hear my silent corrosion
A slit on my hand
Made the shadows closer to my eyes
Same old distance
One desire
Although I try anyway I can
Passerby's only listen for a while
Tomorrow I'll be back in the kingdom of fire
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