The mischievous flickering flame
A symbol for hope
but not here
Another burning inflicted
I am slowly dying
Just for a temporary peace
In the end he whispers "You Have Soul"
And discards my remains
A burst of dark flame
Engulfing my already pitiful self
I can't cry, I can't move
Only waiting until my final combustion
If he stops my burning
He will whisper "Rest For Now"
But not today
A dark flame, enslaving my empty mind
Will he unlit my agony with a manic laugh?
My will is not going to yield
As opposed to this crumbling body of mine
He watches me dying
And through a lamentful smile he whispers
"You Have Soul"
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