• What’s this? A clashing fire.
    What’s this? An ember burns.
    What’s this strange desire?
    Why is it that I yearn?
    Emerges now iron clad powers,
    Of biting steel and burning flesh,
    And all I’ve known this pain devours,
    And I cower from your caress.
    I’m blending into your abuse.
    Your flesh, my eyes,
    Side effects of deranged misuse.
    A new disguise.
    Well I’m trapped in this state,
    In your placid gaze.
    Held by love, forced by hate
    Into an awkward phase.
    My eyes, the empty liquid pools.
    Your hand, my fears obsession.
    My thoughts, they always speak as fools.
    They blend -- horrid progression.