So there are these flames ...
I jump towards the flames, abruptly, seconds after they're lit.
Except I never get there in time, and so I stand there cold, watching the smoke dance in pictures, painting itself upon the cold nights sky.
And this smoke, it attacks me, and corrupts my body, settles in me like a nest as if this lifeless object I've become welcomes it. And the only sense of emotion travels through the light within my eyes, and cries out absolutely nothing.
Because this nothing, is who I've become.
For it is all I can let out.
The smoke which treats me as it's home, it's resting paradise, it lights my heart with warmth and runs throughout my veins like tracks, whenever your name floats by like some evaporated lake, and calms these flames, and pours itself out, and fills me up with feeling.
Drowning me with words which charge me, power me like outlets.
You are these words.
I live off of.
Except I never get there in time, and so I stand there cold, watching the smoke dance in pictures, painting itself upon the cold nights sky.
And this smoke, it attacks me, and corrupts my body, settles in me like a nest as if this lifeless object I've become welcomes it. And the only sense of emotion travels through the light within my eyes, and cries out absolutely nothing.
Because this nothing, is who I've become.
For it is all I can let out.
The smoke which treats me as it's home, it's resting paradise, it lights my heart with warmth and runs throughout my veins like tracks, whenever your name floats by like some evaporated lake, and calms these flames, and pours itself out, and fills me up with feeling.
Drowning me with words which charge me, power me like outlets.
You are these words.
I live off of.