Feb 11

I'm terrified
Of the memory of the moment
Of the last time
Of the last moment
Of the vision
The fire doe 

When from there the Vision
Is no more in my living experience 
And fades each day 
The cruelty of you
Using and fading when
I'm needed no more
If I could give you advice
It would be to speak the truth
And be plain in it
The fire doe