Crumbling


So tired of sleeping
tired of weaping
exhausted of
the spirit fumes.

And now he calls me
summon the fire
use my exhaust now
make me feel something(at all)

Sister, please save me
sister, please rescue me
from the burnt
flames of hell.

so tired of weaping
tired from no sleeping
tired and exhausted
want to sleep 'till the end of the world.

I am tired,I'm done now
I'm happy you washed the flames out
you rescued lives lost;
you saved my soul.

I need out now
someone to save me
strike me, devil
and let me have everlasting sleep.

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