Holding on fire

I'm holding on fire, I'm dying with pleasure
Standing hopeless watching myself
Surrounded by thoughts and memories
One to remember one made for desire
My dying heart giving its last letter
Leaving its sorrows to remember
Killing its feelings forever
Here comes a hopeless ray from a hopeless flower
Fighting with me the sad fever
Going under and taking me lower
Satisfied with killing, I'm still watching the hopeless flower
Dying in the undying place of desire
Desire made by the strongest killer
For him it's lightening a torch of fire
And I'm sleeping in my last bed
Kissing and regretting my last roses
Bleeding but never healing my head
For thoughts has come to me in such bed
Waiting for death, as the death without pauses
Smelling a rose and killing another
Judging on feelings made by a satire
Here lies my heart and body
In the grave taking the name unnamed
Above the cave the area is muddy
Anyone who would stare his vision becomes bloody
Suddenly, my soul is falling
Reaching the depths of the unknown
Suddenly what appeared happy
Turned to be bloody
Seemed always with me
But it never stood beside me
So judge me by my tears
See me through my nights
Tight me to a sticky rope
Help my dead heart
And it has always been yours
Into the sky I feel myself
Flying without the rope
Nothing holding on me
It's just me holding on fire
Touching an untouchable flower
Here she comes, crying
For her heart is stolen forever
Here she comes, fighting her biggest fears
And I'm her beholder
For I have stolen her heart
Am asking her while my heart is a part
Does it feel good enough
When knowing what is true
When knowing that I'm dying for you
Does it feel some tiring pleasure
When I touch your hand, I leave the other
Sorrows come with my heart
The end appears as the start
Take me my love
Take me where I supposed to be
Take my shape my feelings my heart
Leave my hand and let me see
What I would do without you
But I can see me alone as an undying thing
Taught to be loved and then left alone
Captured in a circulated ring
Where there is no end to discover
But with you I'm like the only holder
Holder of a pretty flower.