Heartbeats in my eardrums, the rhythm of despair;
nobody ever said love was fair.
I know you are poison, I am well aware,
yet I cannot bring myself to care.
I clutch this rose, whose thorns bleed me dry,
drunk on the scent, so high I fly.
The crimson petals and blood drops that fall,
a lonely violin melodies a call.
Like Fire, the thorns burn into my palm,
I'd never let go – you are my calm.
At your command, a hypnotized thrall,
my soul, my love, you can have it all.
A dream, a dream! this must be it –
it overwhelms me bit by bit:
Sparks to stars to supernova light,
frost to 'flakes to an avalanche in white.
– My thoughts – in pieces – incandescent shine –
Conflagrate – this fantasy – finally mine –.