I'm not the only person,
who would give their soul to you,
and that's the problem,
devil.

Fire is ashes now,
but words and thoughts persist,
in a world offering prose,
could I ever be written about?,
or am I created to be consumed,
by the hand of the masses?

Just a taste of knowledge,
made my soul leave entirely,
scream me silenced words,
the world is not listening,
I am.

I can't believe in prayers,
for most of us were condemned,
hands start to claw,
the arm that lent a hand,
my only thoughts ever were,
for once I was enough for someone.

I'm burning inside,
all the matches are lit,
now all there's left is,
time.

Memories will consume,
the body that was once mine,
but always,
yours yours yours.

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