december ember

tattered Torture's wasted lips tasted like a heartbreak kiss when i parted ways with Bliss theni had heart my december ember burned as i remember i was spurned the sad Pretender never learns living in the Dark chemically, as you can see i do appear to be like thee flesh and bones and prone to bleed unintended art useless like a broken glass shattered in a hopless past battered blue and beaten black red and ripped apart a firefly denied to die forced to scorch the midnightsky remorseful like a lover's lie i cry with every spark trochaic tetrameter---- similies are good to employ....it snaps a picture of your thought---like a firefly denied to die...just take note at the likes and they are not overused incorrectly sure they are used alot but they set up the metaphor