Fire

Given just a little and now it's gone,

Just a little sense of life,

Now it's over,

In your own special way, you tear me down,



Wanting just a little and now it's gone,

Just a little sense of happiness,

Now it's dissolved,

In your own special way, you burn me down,



Needing just a little and now it's gone,

Just a little sense of love,

Now it's hate,

In my own special way, I rip you apart,



Give me something good,

Give me something pure,

Give me the fire,

Give me my life back,



Fire, the hypnotic fixation of death,

The way to rekindle the passion,

Hope of returning to the human race,

The plead for insanity.

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Kris Hoffman's picture

the opening stanza draws you in and carries you into this, gliding along on razors so sharp cutting so deep yet not half the pain until you reach the end and air finally hits you...damn..just damn