Will this fire burn with a touch? 

Have I set loose emotions – blood only flowing rust,

fingertips bare no name of care in dust....

disposed of an impeccable soul into depths of a midnight ocean,

hope you sip down some insidious potion –

loitered chest with distractive emotions,

carefully crafted deception,

thought love was not meant to be under any strict restrictions,

only worth own lawed conditions;

can't take hands....

bind them till the dawn comes crawling up these walls of wonderland,

would this be your calling card: firebrand?

Is there when I come undone....

or is the end for the ashes laying upon the sun?