Why have you gone forever?
Why don’t you love me too?
I’d die the first one ever.
Doubt that you would do.
If I had gas and matches
I’d like to burn you down,
Seeing how fire catches,
Blow you to kingdom come.
Watching the fire spreading,
Biding you last good-bye
At our fire wedding,
Watching you dying, I
Step into fire, melting,
Rip out pulsing heart,
Give it to you, and letting
Death that will do us part,
Take sacramental vow,
Put out frantic flame.
Live! I’m dying now,
Whispering out your name.
frantic flame
© Copyright: Анна Грата, 2014
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