Fire

A burning sense
a little desire
a flickering flame
pretty fire

so pure and clean
burns down the white
black perfection
a simple fight

little fire does its dance
and brings the watcher pain
burns out too quickly
light it up again

fire bites the hand that feeds it
kisses red, chapped skin
a flare of pain floods senses
and the fun begins

burn it black
burn it down
in liquid fire
misery drowns

forget the white
too clean and pure
real perfection
in black, for sure

pain is beauty
and beauty is pain
out goes the fire
start it again