• Fire...its buring, what is it about this torch, that pulls me twords the searing pain... i hate it so though i can not resist....under the stars, the pain so pure in the light, but twisted in the night....the hands of the trusted crushing the fragile hearts handed to them, untill all that remains is the shell of a heart so willing to love, only left to sit in pain, left with no love left to give, all because of the hands of one person, one is all it takes to break a heart....one flame to burn, and one hand with no thought....one blazing fire to sear a fragile heart.....