Arsonist

She fruitlessly clings to a remembrence
love is a fire that consumes her soul
Third degree burns make it hard to forget
the pain that she once endured

Nerves are caulderized and she's rendered painless
Ice now flows like a river through veins that once
felt the effects of smooth wine.
A warmth that put a sparkle in her eyes.

Pools of ebony reflect her soul
and the fire stilll rages.
her memories an endless source of fuel
she hopes against hope of their eventual demise.

But third degree burns make it hard to forget...
the pain she once endured.
so she fruitlessly clings to the remembrence
of playing with fire and remaining unharmed