Only for senses...missing the 5th, by Lindsay Subscribe to rss feed for Lindsay

I hear the match strike agains the rough path 
     and the sound of it's spark flying off 
My skin tastes the head of the match 
     and swallows the burning heat 
I smell the flesh burning from the heat of the fire 
     along with the stron scent of the salt in my tears 
I see the skin turn a glowing red and burn this condemned
     as I wittness the skin extenguish the flame 
I hear 
I Taste 
I smell 
I see 
... but still I fell nothing 
Posted: 2007-03-23 01:43:44 UTC

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