Promethean
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I’m cold as rain
Pain is my home
this the sounds of Armageddon
grey tremors abound
feeling for some meaning
as we watch the eclipse
Pain is my home
the sun is in the sky
there is a roof over my head
and a tomb in which I lie
It drips icicles of fire into my veins
and I lay upon a pyre
breathe in my smoking remains
Pain is my home
hither it comes, tearing me down
I feel it again
recourse in your gaze
we acquiesce to fear and what’s to be
highlands awash with our regrets
weather comes crashing in
the pain is alone
From the gift of Prometheus
I have felt no warmth, only flame
As I turn away from the sound
of my name, I take the long way down
Choke on the solace of my home,this place of pain
wait for the storm
to…
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