Unlike a woman, a flame needs no limbs to dance
She is a wonder -
Her dress and lips, a kiss of vermilion
Her hair, a corona of marigold
Her eyes, a vast sky of freedom
You can't help but to be captivated by her dance
A flurry of flames, each step adds to a maelstrom
There's something so bewitching about her tender light
In place of fear, there is hope
In place of being lost, she leads you further
Many a man have tried to capture her, in an effort to
dull her light and steal her warmth
make it their own but
You understand that a flame such as hers needs to
fanned so her
glory will leave all ablaze
For the absence of weakness is the greatest affection
as the zephyrs you send to her fire.
Your sweet love will snuff the small
and embrace the tender and tremendous.
Get down on your knees and pray
(you know how it works)
And beg me to make it go away.
Don't ask why I made it so
(no one knows how it works)
That's a mystery you don't need to know.
I'm the creator of everything
(I know how it works)
From a deadly virus to a spider's sting
Strange to think while you're on your knees
(Do you know how it works?)
I'm the creator of all disease
I made you and I love you true
(you know how it works)
And the rules say you must love me too
Because there's this place I call hell
(and do you know how that works?)
By the way I made hell as well
Well if you don't do just as I say
Then for eternity I send you away
(that's how it works)
Not for a while or until you learn
But forever and forever you burn
(hmm, is that how it works?)
They're the rules, I made them too
(this is how it works)
So I hope you know now what to do.
I THE BLACK
You can have my whole heart and devour it
but not squeeze out a drop of blood.
You will drown in a thirst
as you try to water me.
II THE WHITE
I am not meant to fall in love
I am meant to divide my soul
Among the satans of the world
And turn fire into cosmos.
Mountains of the end
Little griefs beyond this world
Dreaming of summer
Approve of a wish
Playful jest through sands of time
Shadows of fire
Army moves smoothly
Happy thoughts ere farewell voiced
Bells jingle swiftly
you are beautiful; not in protruding collarbones and sparkling eyes but in a way that screams of self-expression and acceptance. you are beautiful in the way that leaves scars and burns from your dagger-like teeth and the fire that spills between them. your own heart has been marred so many times that damaged tissue has flowered over and hidden it away. ribs hug tightly to it in an effort to protect but are unaware that your lungs are being squeezed squeezed squeezed in the process, and you're left gasping for air.