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I would rather burn myself
On the passion of my words
Than let myself grow cold,
And my words go unheard.

I would rather sail,
On the seas where sirens sing,
Than let myself grow pale
As people clip away my wings.

I let myself speak freely,
and the flow of words cannot be stemmed,
So I've learned to live a life
Where I shall forever be condemned.

What a curious self harm,
These words that slit my throat.
Bleed my emotions onto paper,
Until on my lifeblood I choke.

Description
I would rather burn myself
On the passion of my words
Than let myself grow cold,
And my words go unheard.

I would rather sail,
On the seas where sirens sing,
Than let myself grow pale
As people clip away my wings.

I let myself speak freely,
and the flow of words cannot be stemmed,
So I've learned to live a life
Where I shall forever be condemned.

What a curious self harm,
These words that slit my throat.
Bleed my emotions onto paper,
Until on my lifeblood I choke.