she is me but not vice versa

she is me
but i am not her
how can i be
when i am an observer
outside her
watching her burn
my sandalwood incense and candles
on top of my desk
watching her dance wildly
then gracefully slow
changing with the song
she dances and dances and dances
then finally drops to the floor
longing for the cool tile
because she's burning up
from the inside out and sideways
the candleflame keeps dancing
entrancing her
till she holds the candle
suddenly desperately longing
to set it on the ground
and dance around it
till her peasant skirt alights
her movements are controlled
by Creeps and she has lost
control and sanity and reason
that barely could grasp her before
she is me
but i am not her
i am the unbiased observer
nonchalantly watching her burn

Reviews

[Havatara]

I absolutely loved it. Fantastic job. Just fix some of the capitalization mistakes and it'll be perfect.

[Aislinn Gryffin ((Ashes..]

thanks. =]

[Jae]

she is me
but i am not her
i am the unbiased observer
nonchalantly watching her burn

brilliant