Fire

Hers are the eyes that kill
And you’d rather want to die a slow, painful death.
Oh, that look that melts every bit of you
You can’t tell me you don’t like it by smiling.

But hers are the eyes of unpleasant surprise.
Soon the dark of the dawn will arrive.
And hell will breathe fire to every corner of your room
The cons will be counted.

But you’d rather be lost in a fiery gaze than notice me.

Let my voice be unheard
For I’d rather rot than truth be told
You’ve found her, and she alike,
And so I lay forgotten.