A Romantic Immolating Fury: We Murder The Thing We Love (Euphorest Fires, Pt.1) Poem by Axley Jade Blaze

The way for years, I was blinded
A decade; left behind it
In this circle of flames,
I couldn't see it
I knew the truth
But you just couldn't be it!

Hell's Flame was an almost cheap imitation.
Next to your scorch; complete immolation.

The flames around me,
The desperation
As I lost but never again found me.

It was 'shot to the ground, '
But I couldn't die from it.
The truth was lost and found.
I couldn't hide from it.

So I froze,
Until I melted,
My heart,
The burns and the welting

Burned down, all four;
Every chamber
And, even then, still
I stayed the same there.

Because the one thing in life
Which is real, is absolutely true?

Fire
is real.
And that fire was you.

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