Pacing up and down the road, the burning tar resembling molten lava, my heart catches fire, trembling in pain, the ladder of life flies past in vain, she greets me there for my sins of the past
Her bright emerald eyes I wish this could last,
But even the nicest torture must at some point end, grabbing my hand leading me down, into the abyss where fire holds the crown, at that point in time I wish I have known that clutching at love like a dog and it's bone , leads only to you burning alone.