An Angel Consumed By Fire
An angel unconsumed I said through his warm fire, our love will never expire...
However, I didn't know your hands would conspire to become my unwanted fire...
RED,BLACK,BLUE
RED, BLACK,BLUE
Now I am always surrounded by a sad blue aura hue...
I'm so tired of your fire...
People wonder how an angel like me can be consumed by such fire...
Little did they know, I fell in love with his warm fire and this is what I desired, but he hid in a cage the real fire...
The RAGE...
It can come out as easily as turning a page...
I wear his burning marks, the bruises, like everyday attire...
He will never be all that I require to keep my love...
I am an angel taken over by your burning fire...
Our fires are not the same and mines almost went out and yours is to blame...
You coward of a man...
Against me you always raise your hand and lie a promise that it will never happen again...
But it always does just like it was pretend...
I will never love you again...
But I assure you my "friend" that I will not begin to act as if all these years my blood hasn't been mixed with my tears...
But then again...
I am an angel consumed by his fire and it hurts so much I have to retire...
His warm fire...
My love for it and him have finally expired...
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