Between the Lines there Lies a Story of Me

Sorry Sweetheart You Can't Love Someone Who's Not Like Us.

The scorching that's fire glazed in blue screams in agony.
Taller and taller its growing while feeling the burns of chemical released by onions.
Thick gothic smoke spreading all over, choking like
two gloved hands blocking another's airway.

Red and yellow entwining as the tears follow.
Shallow and shallow it becomes, falling slowly to the earth.
Flurries of it's lover's chipped heart scatters all around floating lifelessly in the wind.

Drizzle, drizzle, drizzle the sky sings with darkness in it's heart.
Drizzle, drizzle, drizzle my warning to you fire,
erase the traces of sparks within you or I, myself,
would pour my wrath of disappointment upon you.
Drizzle, drizzle, drizzle... there you go into submission, light's out...