Ten past midnight
The time of creativity strikes her
mind lights like a fire
which has never stopped burning
It's been months since
you called
20th, to be exact - I think
Light your matches
On the wings of angels fallen
as the sky blazes
Burn yourself against your pain
It's been years since
I loved you
7, to be exact - I know
Now that I am no
longer running out of time
The fires burning like forges
reigniting on memories
I will never forget