You won't buy my affection, nor give me your soul,
Yet, I buy your disdain, to you my soul I enroll.
You disrupt my harmony, casting my tune aside,
Yet, to your rhythm, my harmony is tied.
In your fire, my heart draws flames, burning bright,
Its smoke in my eyes, yet I utter no plight.
Towards your path, wherever it may lead,
My gaze fixed ahead, no blink does it heed.
With a hundred gestures, you've said you're always near,
To death I march, but with death, I do not adhere.