The Pyre

Bedless Bones

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Come alone, times are dire
I feed you now with your thoughts

Come alone, you’re admired
Don’t pretend that you’re not

Come alone into the fire
You’ll be free when it gets hot

It all went a bit haywire
Don’t act like it’s not your fault

Forlorn hope
The stakes are higher
And I am too busy to review your request
Little liar