No music fills my tortured soul
As fire makes his move.
He wraps me in his pain embrace
and I, I cannot move.
The dance is never ending
Twisting, turning,dizzying now.
I hate my flaming torturous partner
I've tried to leave but don't know how.
Through days and nights the dance goes on
Until he steps away.
Not far enough for me not to burn
Much to close to stay.
And in the end we'll dance this dance
as he consumes my body and soul
All I can say is that I tried,
And death
finally
gave me control.
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 10:35 AM UTC
No music fills my tortured soul
As fire makes his move.
He wraps me in his pain embrace
and I, I cannot move.
The dance is never ending
Twisting, turning,dizzying now.
I hate my flaming torturous partner
I've tried to leave but don't know how.
Through days and nights the dance goes on
Until he steps away.
Not far enough for me not to burn
Much to close to stay.
And in the end we'll dance this dance
as he consumes my body and soul
All I can say is that I tried,
And death
finally
gave me control.
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