warm blooded

It's been seven nights since my latest craving. An urge so compelling, it consumes my every thought. Drawn by the glare of your flaming lips, Fascinated by the way your touch turns everything to ashes. The buildings I've burned can no longer satisfy this tragic attraction. I must strike once more tonight. These callous hands have tamed the forbidden flame. Awaiting culmination, I anticipate our final celebration. Introduce yourself gently to jennifer. I've kept you both apart all this time. Ignited by your awkward presence, she begins to dance. Consternation is so elegant. You can see the fever in her eyes. The smell of burning blonde hair pervades my heart with lust. Thick black smoke fills the room as her skin darkens. Fire suits you well. Blazing kerosene has veiled the lovely expression on her face. Bralae, elle s'ateint a petit feu. Seduced by jennie's singed eyebrows, I lay down next to her heated corpse. Awaiting the same fate. As my blood starts to boil, I seek redemption. Please incinerate my sins. My flesh is slowly burning. I grin as my remains deteriorate. At last, I can savor the wrath of your flames. Witness my decline



BULLETPROOF SCALES

Carry the burden, sedated by a clouded moment. As strength fades away, self-pity turns into nauseating grief. Desecrate my frail lungs and limbs. Anatomical balance tarnished. Affliction's kiss. Somatic functions inhibited. I stand tall to endure suffering then collapse in a heartbeat. Longing for bulletproof scales to shield myself from this round of Russian roulette. My aching throat weeps crimson tears. A faint whisper taunts my ears. Scars spread their roots within my arms. I stand tall to endure anguish knowing that my tombstone has not yet been carved. Longing for bulletproof scales to shield myself from the next round of Russian roulette. Empathy revives the enemy lying within. A weakness so graceful, it blooms. I loathe everyone's concern for my undying flaws. Remember a time when my anger was nothing but a blank page. Desperately needing to regain my thirst for optimism. Carry the burden, sedated by a clouded moment. As strength fades away, self-pity turns into nauseating grief. Hope is forsaken.