Burn

Loving purple flame calm my rage, anxiety plagues me. Decipher the truth in two words chosen from a traditional health program. Words exist only to deny the soothing flame al the extreme existence it is capable of. Kiss the loving, soothing, caring, burning, dangerous flame, but don't get to close or it will choose to deny your fate with its infernal flame. Think of the flame, imagine it swinging with the wind, swaying back and forth, and loving you. Contrast in two love patterns, tearing me apart maybe a great can answer my queries and stop this struggle, in depth passionate conversation with my hero.  Answer me! The fire, the pretty flame answers all the stories giving them end where there is no begging, cheating whore don't lie to me. Don't give me false hope at Christmas, lust where there once was love. I'm starting to doubt the existence of love even existing, in reality death is the only love we have left. Maybe I deny too much in life, in love, maybe I can’t explain my disbelief and beliefs, with or without a father maybe you missed a chord change somewhere in that equation. I don't deny a lot but…

Death I invite you!