Passion

Burned my tongue on your flaming desire.

Cut my lips on a piece of your barb wire.

Held in your hand the bricks of my wall.

Tore them apart, and watched it all fall.

The pieces of what I was, frozen in tears.

Shadows calling out my deepest of fears.

Crimson red screams in the darkest night.

The devil is love, and this is my fight.