You did not create beautiful things in me;
After burning what is left to ash
I am transforming what has become of me
Through visions born of trauma.
Beauty and strength.
Experience and forgiveness,
Patience and love.
Rebirth and
Recreation.
You did not create beautiful things in me;
After burning what is left to ash
I am transforming what has become of me
Through visions born of trauma.
Beauty and strength.
Experience and forgiveness,
Patience and love.
Rebirth and
Recreation.
The dead no longer care the view,
Whether brilliant or dull hues,
For in ashes and bone
They no longer roam.
Merely the living as they grieve
At the grave
Care the worldly display bringing comfort
Words cannot relay.
Break the chains.
Let the heat of your desire
To be free
Burn them to ash.
Let the scars remind you from where
You
Came
And
The stars,
Bring to mind
Why you will never
Return
Again.