12 August 2012
I don't know how,
I don't know why.
A loving hand,
can be so warming
& tight but dark as night.
Burning a hole in my chest,
Fire, flames, body igniting.
Burning it's way through my skin.
Blood boiling, playing with fire.
On open nets & wires.
Black magic wins, curses begin.
Teeth pulled, hands sewn.
Flesh burnt to charcoal.
Chest a hallow hole.
Your hands grip turned my heart to coal.
Extremely Flammable • Opuss № I