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I want you to sit there and watch, watch as I dance in the flames I want...I need you to hear my torment and pain, my rage at its peak when I am not hiding behind this mask of calm I delight at the knowledge of knowing you hear these cries and screams, no don't cover your ears or look away now or you will miss the best part as my skin boils and pops while I fall to my knees and I'm nothing but ash, I want you to watch as my soul floats away tainted with evil, but no I am sitting here listing to your lies I'm stupid enough to believe all the while wishing I was dancing in the flames feeling my blood boil skin pop and to become nothing but ash as the wind carries me away

So, this is basically a poem I wrote a while back when I had developed feelings for a friend of mine, but then the friend sort of betrayed me... or that's how I perceived it. ______________________ “Oh, yes, the sex was great,” you said, “and I’d do it again in a heartbeat.” Then I laughed and made some jibe about our innocence that had long left us, and the world spun at a pace I could easily match in stride, a pace we met together. So go ahead, paint your face however you like, tell everyone you're into metal and the devil and you're bi, but no matter how hard you try you'll never be good enough —not for me and everyone else but for yourself. You think you're so much above—taking love and making it —but your only objective is taking a heart and breaking it even if the only heart you break is your own. Tie up your hair, tear off your clothes, show everyone your qualities —well, only the fake ones they've known. Take off your belt, bite your lip, and this is it. Let the mirror reflect the hell you created to keep you in. “Oh, yes, the sex was great,” you’d say, “and I’d do it again in a heartbeat.” Then I would laugh and joke of our loss of innocence, and we would once again match pace with the ever-spinning world, and while you're at it, go fuck yourself since you don't seem to mind letting everyone else.