Made To Burn

Made To Burn

A Poem by Passingdaze
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Let the blood flow down and pool at my feet,
Hands to the sky,I will embrace the sun.

I dream in black and white,
I sleep on this bed of nails.

Let these shadows hide my true intent,
The knife is at your throat,what will you do?

This hand I hold burns my own,
In the end I was made to burn.

© 2012 Passingdaze


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Added on August 30, 2012
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Passingdaze
Passingdaze

Blacksburg, VA



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I am 34 years old. I live in Southwest Virginia. I am a musician and I also love to write and read poetry. I especially enjoy strange and deeply personal writing. To my friends on this site: Please re.. more..

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