Playing with fire?

Coming in a daily life,
Wrecking the place of time;
Something's lingered,
And sums up the wreck.

Exchanging one for another,
Temperament switching course and intensity;
Ever increasing the guilt,
Eden has seen it play.

In a moment of perhaps bliss,
I am lost in the embrace of unknown deeds;
Spiraling around in circles,
Perhaps something to avoid?

The fire dances and the fire entices,
Inviting the soul to a certain fate;
Perhaps out of this world,
It is just but a promise.

I am someone, enticed.
Someday, I might.

But i am afraid it is just playing with fire, all over again.

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Edit: i know it sounds emo. Take a good look into the meaning of the words. I believe it is my best work, yet.