When love has reached its limits, It seers itself to ashes,
It cannot be contained; It seeks recipients. It is selfless.
Bleed and breathe.
The heart needs heed,
As it is exhausted with the thunder of its beating.
Bring forth the end, the deteriorating feeling.
With the predicted disaster found in Heaven's ceiling.
The heart is like a dying sun, it throbs its warmth away.
The orange flashes, vibrant, but unwilling to stay.
Blood is fire.
Whoever tires,
From the smooth scarlet similarities?
The tremble in both's purity,
The passion with divinity,
And the rampage of all serenity.
Pulsing both in tandem,
All in blazing rhythm.
Pain can drown.
And what surrounds,
Is chaos and bleak disease.
Shrouded turmoil in dark matter.
There is nothing here, no peace.
But, this expanse won't stay so ill.
The death of heart-sun splashes its life with thrill.
To kill the dark with the blood that ripples.
End the misery with a devastating sizzle.
To spill the love it can't control,
To seal the faith of what love is for,
Sacrifice.
