I love this song...

It's... perfect...

You can make that out just from the opening itself...

Moth... by Audioslave.

12 - Moth

Thought I was different, it seems I'm just the same

As again I put my hand over the flame...

Explains everythin you ever felt but couldn't put in words...

Every single time, you think that this time, it'll be different...

This time, you won't fall...

that you won't let the same thing happen ever again...

but it always does...

Thought I was smarter as I flew into the sun

...

I don't fly around your fire anymore...

It's what you keep tellin yourself... but no matter how many times you burn, and how many times you fall, you always crawl back to the light...

Over and over...

Like a dying moth...

I love the heat, I love the things that I forgot

I love the strings that tie me down and cut me off

And it's true...

You really do...

Just like dreams you can't remember...

no matter the pain they cause...

you love them, because you know they mean that there IS an answer...

and it's not just the darkness out there...

When did the flame burn so high and get so hot...

And how didn't you notice?

The flames creeping higher and higher...

Maybe because that also meant it was getting so much brighter...

and sometimes,... chasing away the dark is worth getting burned...

Why do you stay?

Every time...

Why?

You know what happens when you get too close to the flames...

when you stay too long...

You know exactly what happens...

and yet you stay...

Why?

I wouldn't really know...

but in the end... I guess... isn't it better to burn brightly for a while than fade away slowly into the cold night?

Maybe...

just maybe...

that's why...

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A rainless part of twelve. Cold doesn’t seem the same anymore. And now, again I stand where I once stood.

The same, but just so different.

A few more days. Then it would have been a year. Ravens shriek and robins sing. And I miss the fire of the stars. 66. Should have got further.

The name’s Bond. James Bond. And then we all fall down.

To the end of the bottomless pit.

How many special people change?

Do they remain the same people? Are they still special?

If so, then why were there never any phone calls?

Why couldn’t there be any conversation?

“Yes darling, everything’s fine. I’m ok. How have you been?”

Senseless. Pointless.

“No, I’m not sleepy. It’s the drugs.”

Hurtful. True.

Click. Light. Drag.

Over and over.

Till everything is on the other side of the haze.

And if you concentrate hard enough, the voices stay there too. So you listen to none except the ones in your head.

“No. It’s not coz I was avoiding you.”

Lies.

Mine.

Songs that sing themselves.

Why have you forsaken me?

God doesn’t forsake any of his children.

And then darkness claims the fire. And she dances away happily into the cold.

And I know these voices in my head are mine alone.

“Don’t isolate yourself.”

I’m not. I’m jus isolating everyone else.

And they all fall down.

I just go higher. And higher.

What goes up has got to fall.

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And the flame asked the wind

"Is it time for me to die?"

The wind replied "Not yet my friend,

The sky is yet to cry"

"But I love the rain" said the flame,

shaking her fiery head

"Yes, Isn't that rather strange?"

the wind sadly said...

And they turned to face the sun again

But the gray clouds filled the skies

And as they stood in the fallin rain

It seemed to turn promised truth into certain lies...

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Note- Written while listenin to 'Everything burns' by Ben Moody feat Anastacia... It isnt original or whatever... Jus the words of the song twisted in a way...

Everything burns...
Lives
Dreams
People...
Whats left behind?

Her life is spent in her corner...
She sits in this corner and watches everything burn...
listens to everyone scream...
Wonders on how long it will take...
For her to feel the heat of the fire...
For her to fear the flames...
How long it will take... for her to burn...

She used to cry...
but now all she does is sing...
A song no one's heard...
and one that no one ever will...
Her tears are lost somewhere inside...
And all she has left is anger...
and this sense of nothingness...
as she watches everything burn...

She sits in her coner
But no one sees her there...
They're too caught up in their world...
The one she used to be part of...
but now that world is burnin...
and she's left on the outside
watchin it all burn away...

Everything burns...
Whats left behind?
Ashes..?
Ashes of hope...
Someone should tell the world what she already knows...
Ashes fade...
So does hope...

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