Fire.....the buring fire of passion blows though the darkest sky. The moon shine down as the stars itself stare down. Like it was nothing but a cold blue sky.
Why do I have this type of feeling......that burns though my heart. Nothing but the cold feeling that make me dance and hold you in this fire.
Rise, rise, rise......and burn me alive.
Life with out you is hell even if this fire burns me alive. Careless as it seen but loveless is what I feel.....it what I feel when your not here.
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