He has dug deep wounds into the sockets of my eyes
And rang sounds so horrendous that my eardrums burst to escape
Vocal cords were vandalized, relieving my vulnerability to cry
Still, some senses remain so I reach out to feel your memorable shape.
My only fear feeds on what's left of my fading corpse
That your skin be burnt or your body damaged beyond fix
And all I'll have is my last remaining force
Then I shall recall you with my lips

Flames.
Flames result in something burning into ashes.
The stronger ones, that resist, are not saved from the effects either.
                                                                ­                             They blacken.

And when a fire and passion as strong as ours burns out, one of us is going to be reduced to ashes and the other one is going to carry the weight of the darkest heart around.

I strive to keep us ablaze because somewhere I know that the pain of being reduced to nothingness is much lesser than carrying around a broken piece of what once was.

                                                           ­                     Burnt from all sides.

And I know that I'm the one who's going to resist.
                                                         ­                                         Oh, I fear.

For you I shall search wearily through this night unill the lonesome loathing I’ve named darkness fades away.
For you I shall brave the bright oncoming light that your scorched sky shall send my way.
Oh, that I might grow to have the might to hold you tenderly, forever in my sight
Your kiss, which burns red onto my skin; burning with that lust that they describe to us as sin.
May it never leave, but to remain to remind me that our love is pain.
I sustain to every second
And every second I am held subject to my blinding queen
Evening comes eventually.
when you return, know me by my mark:
Buried in Ash I shall breath as the only burning ember of bark.