Lost, in the raging fires of your love, it (your love???) had, taken me down, it’d, kept me bound, and, I kept, struggling, tryin’ so fucking (oopsy!!!) hard, to break free, but couldn’t!

Lost, in the raging fires of your love, and, to tell you the truth, I kinda like it (feel free to call me a masochist!!!), lost, in the raging fires of your love, it’d burned up my body, blackened my originally, pale complexion, and now, I’m, burnt beyond anybody’s recognition…

not my photo…

Lost, in the raging fires of your love, I was, and, I’d, started, fighting hard, to break free from these chains you used, to keep me bound, and, the fire got to me, and, I’d, felt that excruciating pain from the burns, but, I had to, break free, and so I fought on.

Lost, in the raging fires of your love, well, I’m no longer now, your love had become, ashes and dust to me, and, I still, cleaned up all the remains, swept them out my doors. Lost, in the raging fires of your love, I was, a very, very, very long time ago, but, I’d, gotten myself out already, with scratches, bruises, bumps, and scars here, and there……………

not my sketch still…

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