Danced upon fire lit slopes,
With all the burns I am a corpse.
Convulsions shook my very earth,
Inside my mind I run back and forth.
Now promises drift around the air,
Betrayed thorns sting me everywhere.
Dreams hang low on a thinning thread,
And I wonder of all we could have had.
Your head was bowed, your eyes adrift,
Tears flowed from the skies, uplift, uplift.
My heart awoke and melted again,
With all the thorns I chose to remain.
Wont close my eyes, won't touch your fire,
But I chose to be as you desire.
All that wounds my mind's the same,
Will I fall again, burn again?
Will I end up losing this wicked game?