The path to hell is alot less traveled then the path to serenity

Walking through the shadowy path,
Branches are scratching my face and scarring my spirit.
Demons frolic through the branches, singing a melody so soft and sweet.
Shivering from not just the brisk night air,
But from the flame you have set afire in my soul.
It burns me threw and threw, but it is such a wonderful feeling.
Like nothing I have felt before.
But soon the flame will turn into vapor.
For your love will not stay long, it never does.
The beautiful flame comes and rises through my body not so often,
It leaves me with the taste of fate, and tingling for more.
Only so often will I ever accept the flame now,
For the Payne of life without the flames is enough to walk toward the gates of hell.