My only desire,
Is the blade or the fire,
That so often dance across my skin.
The fights I fight but never win,
Are coming back and taking hold,
Starting an addiction that's never old.
So the light and the shine dance,
With red and pink within my glance,
And carry my weary dreams away.
I'm sorry, I tried, but darling I just couldn't seem to stay.
-K.W.B.