I’l be a fortress
bricks upon my back
and you’ll call me home
the worst of your bad dreams
will never escape me
to get into you
then I’ll be the phantom
graciously serving
following you
and I’ll be a forest fire
the crumbling of me to see..
what you are
what you are
what you are
what you are
I’ll be the darkness
the vacant emptiness
swallowing you
and Ill be the voices
the crumbling of me to see…
what you are
what you are
what you are
what you are
Devour me, consume every bit, I need to feel alive and I would throw away my life for all that you need,
take everything from me, strip to bone, the lungs that breathe the heart that beats for only one thing, you to be.
I’d break apart for all you need though I may never get to see. I’d give you more but there is nothing left in me.
I gave up all, can’t you see. I am the ghost void of me but I will follow endlessly.
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