Saturday, November 22, 2014

The Death Of Me

"Follow my whims, they beckon you with a bellowing howl but I,
I'm wildfire that burns in perpetuity and you,
you are that light drizzle that I need to sizzle.


A million times I've resisted,but the fuck you stare,
it feels like witnessing a solar flare.
My heart it skewers and strips me to the core,
but who am I kidding, it was the death I had always wished for."


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