Burning love turns to smoldering ashes
Only to be reborn as blazing frustration
Blazing frustration gives birth to a melted herat
A heart once furnished from ice
Forlorn feelings and emotions overwhelm while you burn me alive
My flesh bubbles and melts as you poke and prod with red hot brands
Are the brands speaking ugly truths or beautiful lies?
'Waste of time'
I'm tied to a stake wishing I was dead
As you laugh with sadistic glee
I just wanted to help
Look at me now
A burned out shell
Why oh why
Did you burn me alive?
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