Dancing with the devil
He was fire The fire that drew me in with empty promises and false hope Only to burn me and leave me with nothing but scars that would never heal He saw the pain he caused He saw the life slowly drain from my eyes Like some sick joke, he laughed at my pathetic need for him He was my addiction With each flame that licked my broken body I craved him more and more I knew that I was slowly digging my own grave But the temptation of his inferno drove me crazy And every time that I sobered from his touch He’d worm himself back into my life like some deadly disease that couldn’t be cured Maybe it was the masochist deep inside me that secretly hungered for the torment that he caused Or maybe it was the optimist inside that clung onto the delusion that he could love me He was fire And I was the innocent, foolish moth, enthralled by the fatal beauty of his flames.
-a.c
