This love that burns, <br />This love that bites, <br />This love that torments as i writhe in its spite. <br />In the bloody mess of my consciousness <br />My dreams have taken hold, <br />Clutching and squeezing until my stomach lurches <br />And double i fold. <br />If there is an escape from this blissful prison, <br />This cage of fire, <br />Lock the door and swallow the key, <br />Let me burn in my desire.<br /><br />Millie Fraser<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/those-smoke-filled-days/
