The orange flame burns my heart.
But it’s not the bad pain.
Waxy hands, soothing me.
Hardening over my youth.
Inescapable smoke, trapping me.
The orange fire turns to a burning sun.
Your touch is Luke warm.
Your kiss washes me away…
Stab me to stop my pain.
Penetrate me to satisfy yours.
Burning Love
Branding me.
Gasp
Burn like Fire
Melting like glass.
Waxy heart
Watch me drip as you burn me.
Shattered but I’m not glass.
Broken but I don’t know what it’s like to be fixed.
Howling to anyone who will listen.
Silver Ties 