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Burning Passion Turned Fire
Here comes the stormy fire, Burned out my desire, Racing against my chest, my hearts pacing, Beating the pulse to a pulp, draining me dry, Now’s the time to let go of this tandem rope, Crash through this masquerade, there is no hope Nobodies to blame, but myself, It was all coming lose at the seams, piece by piece The music was just too loud; the symphonies were burning my faith in hope Nothing hurts like you do, walking away never giving me a second glance, Pompeii, rain down on my parade, burn this farce of a show to cinders, These ashes of our lives are like pythons underneath my every step, Each sting a cry from my hearts to live again Not saying goodbye was the cruelest act. No words of comfort or embrace to spare my arteries. So now I am sitting here listening to the dragon that breathed our love, Its dying a slow death. With every inhalation of this noxious gas, it only exacerbates the constriction on my lungs Its evident to me that, love is dead. Its all burned away, there is nothing left There is no love left. Love is dead. Love is dead.. Is love dead?.....
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