Her eyes said yes and no
Her skin said black and white
That night I let her go,
My heart was wrought with blight

The crimson sky reflects off my eyes like the blazing fire that used to fill my heart.

Don’t tempt me with love because the temptation fools me, makes me think for a second that I can be healed
Until reality sets in and I’m tortured again
The purity of my love doesn’t matter
Because my soul is corrupt
The strength of my love doesn’t matter
Because I am too weak to express it
Pitifully, my love is expressed in solitude through my tears and this dark poetry

Strangers in a passion dance,
Addicted to the feeling
The drugs put me in a trance,
Incapable of healing