If fire were romance and romance were red

If love were a bullet and the bullet were lead

Would fire be freeing 

Would love leave me bleeding

If guns were to fire 

Though the round be a dud

Would love be a liar

Would the liar leave blood

If thorns were to silk as silk is to thread 

Would they then caress me or bleed me to death

If sex were a drug and drugs left me red would my dealer supply me to force me to debt

Would blood taste like honey

If blood brought you money 

Would you save me from sickness or leave me with pride

Would you even care if I lived or I died

Did you leave me because you love me or love and then leave me

If it was your choice would we both still be bleeding

You are and have fueled my darkest desires

Maybe that’s the reason I’m haunted by fires...