Toxic

It's raining and the warm fire is bright,
air gets heavy...
flashbacks of light...
from fast shadows to figures steady.
It's dark - it's night,
fears run like thunders in the highs,
I'm lost and waiting for help to get of me the sight.
And as the wood get burned to dust,
and the smokes and fumes reach the roof and lamps,
I remember of how love got me into this crazy camp.
Slowly poisoning - I'm dying,
sweetest death - falling empires,
enchanting you then killing like vampires,
love is the key to life and end of lines.
Hope and pain mixed together,
strongest drug - which addiction I will beat never.
So I'm here next to my fire,
breathing toxins and giving life in.
Locked in my room with love...
until my end finally comes.