The Fire...

I can't fall asleep nor dream

and everything tastes like ash.

Your love is my burning desire

My love is my funeral pyre.

The marching band playing

our distorted sad song,

unable to quiet the dark voices

that scream endlessly in my head

and question all of my choices

and what lies ahead.

You're unaware that death walks by

and takes me by my cold hand

to guide me towards oblivion.

I listened to your opinion

but now my restless soul

leaves it's broken body

searching for some kind of peace

but all that's left are ashes

from the fire I lit...