Fire!
It burns my soul
It burns my love
It burns my happiness

It creates my pain
It creates my sorrow
It creates my hate for life

The fire burns through my feelings, love, and soul
It grows as my pain grows, as my sorrow grows
It burns as long as I feel this way
The way of the pain

If you look into my eye’s,
All you’ll see is a flame
A flame of hate, of pain, of hurt
A flame only few can see through
A flame I don’t want to see in my reflection

A coal burning fire
A fire using my soul as its coal
A fire that is slowly eating away at me
A fire that fuels my anger, my hate, my sorrow

It’s a fire that won’t be put out until I’m loved
A fire that will kill me unless I’m loved
A fire that glows all the colors of my hate…

Black, Red, Orange, and Blue,
The colors of the fire
Black for death
Red for anger
Orange for pain and sorrow
And Blue for love

Anger keeps me hating
Anger keeps my pain in order
Anger keeps the sorrow coming in
But how can I have anger if I’m in love?

How can that be?
How can it be that I gain and loose so much?
How can I love and yet hate so much?
How can it be that love concurs over hate, and yet I’m mostly made of hate?

All this can be true because love is with me
It is the reaper of my pain, of my hate, and of my anger
It is the gatekeeper to my soul, to my life
It over powers the horror’s in my life
It destroys my pain and brings happiness to me

And without my love I wouldn’t want to live
Without my love I would be inconstant pain,
The pain I was in before I found you

You are the one,
The one to hold me together
The one that will keep me alive
The one that will keep me sane until I die…

 
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