Sweet god of fire,
I burn with you,
I feel your agony,
For everything that’s false and true,
Walking cobblestones,
Into the pitch black night,
Flames surround us both,
Why try and fight,
We continue to talk,
Caressing sweet words of doom,
With our death shall come new,
And as pretty flowers we shall bloom,
Vultures surround us both,
Begging birds of prey,
And asking for forgiveness,
Will only get in our way,
Like kings of our own fate,
We welcome death and all its glory,
Into the red trance we go,
This, the end of our story,
And as both our damaged souls burn,
Igniting both self-hatred and destruction,
Will we never learn?
Death shall come too quick for us,
We deserve nothing but sorrow and pain,
And as we crackle and melt into slow burning embers,
The god of fire and me end just the same.


Wrote on 05/04/2021 (NOT Proofread)