Magic soaring through the sky
Fiery stars waiting to die.
Waters roaring into waves
Fleeting memories the mind cannot save.
Footsteps walking across the floor
Whispers creeping through the door.
Flickering pain, hot and red
Flashing lights in my head
Dim faces I cannot see
Blurring places I don't want to be
Calming voices hold me still
Gentle hands take my will
I am safe and I am free
For they have come, they have the key
But as I embrace the cooling air
I can't help but stop, chilled and stare
For in my mind I can only see
His laughing face, smiling on me.
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