Fire to Ashes.

Sorry Baby, You Can't Be With Someone Who's Not Like Us.

The scorching fire that's glazed in blue screams in agony.
Taller and taller it is growing while feeling the burns of
chemical released by onions.
Thick gothic smoke spreading all over, choking like
two gloved hands blocking another’s airway.

Red and yellow entwining as the tears follow.
Shallow and shallow it becomes, falling slowly to the earth.
Flurries of it’s lover’s chipped heart scatters all around
floating lifelessly in the wind.

Drizzle, drizzle, drizzle the sky sings with darkness in
it’s heart.
Drizzle, drizzle, drizzle my warning to you fire,
erase the traces of sparks within you or I, myself,
would pour my wrath of disappointment upon you.
Drizzle, drizzle, drizzle... there you go into submission,
light’s out…

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