Matchstick Girl

silent and distressed
forsaken to the cold
moonlit her shadow
like ink upon the snowbarefoot she shivers
with nowhere else to go
matches, matches here for saleand on this drifting course through time
beneath the limitless sublime
a heart beats slowly and afraid
phantom faces at her side
in their anguish cannot hide
the beauty and the frailty of lifein desperation she strikes a match
her fingers burn with fire and ash
escape a heart in a perfect world
her eyes light up: the matchstick girlthe [] flashes, voices sing
like angels from a secret dream
and then as quickly as it came
it fades into the cold, back into the coldwith delicate and empty stars
who whisper light without remorse
and every shadow growing grey
to stand below the moona vision catches just a smile
and lingers on her lips so warm
before fading into the darkness
a stranger past unknownand on this drifting course through time
beneath the limitless supply
everyone who ever was will die (before their time)
after all the moment's thrill
where they're too naive to []
the mercy one was granted he should findin desperation she strikes a match
fingers ablaze with fire and ash
escape a heart in perfect world
her eyes light up: the matchstick girlthe [] crashes, voices sing
angels embrace her in their wings
and then as quickly as it came
it fades into the coldshe strikes another and here again
a nova burns, a hero's flame
against the heart in a perfect world
her eyes light up: the matchstick girlwhere {there} are believers {there} are beliefs (?)
a storybook however brief
and then as quickly as it came
it fades into the cold, back into the colda silent prayer please god protect
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the fingers slip and find neglect
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what you remember no man forgets
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and for her suffering heaven wept
---in desperation she strikes the pack
fingers alive with fire and ash
a warmth redeems a fading world
her eyes light up: the matchstick girlheaven breaks, no voices sing
like angels in her secret dreams
and nothing here will ever touch
nor harm this little girl (the matchstick girl)and in the alley looking back
fingers cold now stained and black
the warmth departs a fading world
her eyelids close, the matchstick girlthe line breaks free this cruel space
a knowing smile upon her face
stained into the morning light
frozen in the snow, matchstick girl is gone
(the matchstick girl is gone)