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Oct 2015
eyes like flames
but she wont feel the burns
her passion's like fire
but means less than fake words

she's ice on the inside
frozen within
trying to light her foul soul
with fiery sin

her daggers are stretching
sheer marks, cliffs within
as those fingers trace pathways
nobody can win

this is a game for the endless
seeking their torturous end
trying to fill up their nothing
but shattered eyes don't ever mend

they burn forever in chimney fire
so hot they feel nothing but pain
licking off their fingertips
lights torching all sane

brain so entangled, ensnared, entrapped
she's taking it step by step
drip by drip
no sounds after the shot glass

refusal to be weak again
refusal to feel
sharp edges like razor blades
eyes like fire, she's unreal

let it burn, she's screaming
with now dark chimney eyes
channeling soot straight from hell
passionately filling her skies

searing bliss for the other
but she can only feel numb
echo footsteps, hollow
heart beats like a drum

rope tied in a knot
heels raised high
taking each stroke leaping higher
but how far till you die

burning on the outside
burning on the in
her eyes like flames quiver low
so buried in sin.
title translates as
Lover past the point of no return (pheonix).
purely because i could not decide between the two and hate to leave my clues in obvious view.
Written by
nicoarty  somewhere
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