Hell on earth is fire in your eyes
and ashes on my fingertips.

Fire is your morbid charm
and fire is how you stay calm
while I evaporate into the surreal bliss you bring out.

Magnetic is your choice of words,
eye contact intense,
not seen, yet heard.

Your worried mind and your deepest stare,
a mind that radiates passion,
a passion that isn't there.

You look at me like you wanna know me,
I look at you because I do.