Fire

Fire

the burning fire left carnage throughout your heart
yet you did not fear the end of the tunnel

like a righteous goddess you walked in the flames
fanning them in my direction so that i might burn

for you always wanted me to die by your hands
when love bred the deepest hate

and beneath the same affectionate moon you once kissed me
you would now stab me in the back with a knife

but cutting me to shreds won't cut the history we have
just as it cannot stop me from loving you til the end

i wanted this love to see us through the fire
but you wanted it to burn to the ground

but the end of all of this will spawn another beginning
and i know this even as i watch you slowly burn

laying on the side of the road in a ruined mess
the wounds are nothing i cant handle

because watching you burn is far harder to handle
knowing i cant do a damn thing to stop it

the chains of fate led us to this ultimate moment
just as they once led us to holding hands

death plays a little white piano next to your burning body
the final notes of your life are already passing

this isnt how it should have been because i should perish
not you oh not you when i loved you so deeply

yet as much as i loved you you surely did begin to hate me
a mere trifle in your world full of play things

so no matter how i wish to get to my feet and douse your flames
i can but only watch them devour your tender form

the burning fire left carnage throughout your heart
yet you did not fear the end of the tunnel
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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"death plays a little white piano next to your burning body..." love this. I can see it all so clearly. Funny how the things we loved about someone in the beginning...are the very things we end up resenting in the end. No matter how many times you are warned...you still head into a fiery flames...knowing you will end up getting burned in the end...I love this as I can relate to it so well...
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