The feeling I experience,

is really priceless,

when the pain I deal,

stands nowhere,

in-front of the satisfaction I feel.

Selfishly I let,

the "Orangish" blaze,

eat me slowly,

making me liquid,

burning the waxy flesh of mine.

Greedy I become,

to spread the lights,

even it's dim,

blinding me with tempting hunger,

to swallow the dark within.

You really have to do nothing,

but remember me when you weaken,

and then be selfish,

because it worthy,

ONLY if you inspire others to live AGAIN.

- Amore Marine