Slow Death
Will the thorns never cease to sting?
Will the flames never cease to burn?
And will my broken heart never learn?
Time after time my heart is shattered
Yet I always leap joyfully back into the briar,
Back into that same unmerciful fire
No matter how many times I flee
I am drawn back into the beautiful fire
Overwhelmed by the irresistible flames of desire
The disjointed rhythm of two hearts beating
The song I am singing day after day
While contentedly drowning
In love's deadly flames.
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