Lost in the fire
caught by love and desire
standing utop the pyre
I saw a beautiful illusion
a dove of rage and confusion
with numerous and malignant contusions
you look into the eyes of the one you are drawn to
the one with the brains,
the brawn and the brute
the strength,
the mighty rank,
the stink in it all,
the dust before the dawn of the nitefall,
you'll stand and in the midst you will lose it all
and you'll be forever lost in the fire yet again...