Perfection of Darkness: The Fourth Book of Poems

Verse Twenty One: Rope Made of Fire

I'd set myself on fire for you

Just to see your smile

I'd slit my own throat

Just to make you happy

I wouldn't wanna live

Without you

I never feel like it's enough

To be more then perfect for you

I'd die with you if it was your last breath

Every fire will burn everything in its path

If that's true then love can kill and it can save

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No noose made of flames can separate us from where we belong

Everything's to set and bound to be torn apart

And no raging fire can turn what we have to ashes

Every feeling of warmth will melt anything that stands in our way

Nothing's impossible when you can contain fire

If you died I'd die with you

If you left I'd leave existence

If you didn't exist I'd see it through that neither did I

Because no life or reality is worth anything if you're not with me

A flood of tears and a drought of peace will not stop the burning

The burning inside of me will never cease to be

Whether it kills me or heals me

It does both

But the smoke has chaffed me for to long

The burns bring fortune of more

And all they do is remind me of why I want to die

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I extinguished the flames, but the red ring around my neck remains

There are new joints of stress

Many reasons why I opress

So many people thar I depress

Because I don't want to burn out

No, I can't fade away

I don't wanna suffocate and cease to exist

Plunge a knife through my chest

Because my heart is made of ash after seeing you

Don't burn me with a rope made of flames

Just snap my neck before the pain begins

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My mouth tastes of smoke after kissing your corpse

You were a cadaver the momenr you were born

No sun to shine on you

No God to rescue you

Just a rope made of flame to support you

Burning your own neck

Suffocating in your own fires

Die alone rampaging on your heart

Die alone choking on the ash just like the start