Does it have to be heavy today?
Can I not carry
every memory,
every almost,
every ache—
just for today?

I've seen love burn like wildfires—
Born of passion, but doomed by desires.
Engulfed in flames of anger and darkness,
Consuming hearts to war and madness.

They spiral, trying to quench the pain,
Only to stoke the fumes again.
They kept burning, burning, and burning—
Until all that’s left were charred bones and yearning.

You're poison dressed in lover's skin,
A saint outside, a sin within.
Each time I try to walk away,
You pull me close with words that play.

I drank your lies like sacred wine,
And told myself that you were mine.
But every kiss, a sinking stone—
I drown in you, and die alone.

So take what's left—my breath, my will,
Your silence fits me softer still.
If I must die to feel your bliss,
Then let me fade in serpent's kiss.

If you're not the fighting type
Don't put our hearts in the line