Light Me Up

And sometimes your love leaves only a faint spark.

Nobody ever follows you into the dark.

Parting the seven seas seems like a distant memory,

An over-dreamt future we once treated like a legacy.

And your boots get more tired than you ever do

When they call you out for feeling black and blue.

What else there is to say than “light me up”,

Burn your life’s belongings in a rusty iron cup.

But let them eat your feelings with killing knives

Until they’re drenched in revenge, fully satisfied.

Because sometimes love burns in crimson heresy –

So beware the wicked selling you your own legacy.

Let that darkness out the chimneys, let it go up,

Throw the sparks in the air until laughter erupts.