Dangerously beautiful

The stars our old age guides

But horror awaits at the end

For we cannot stop the needs

The wants

Can we find no end to the injustices of the heart?

Or shall we endure them for simply our own pleasure?

The intense heat

The beating drum

It takes over us like puppets on a string

It destroys yet heals our burning heart

We can no longer see the danger

But we know it is, if not, wrong

So to the last dying ember we continue

For what is fire if wet?

For what is love if separated?