I listen. I listen the screams. The ones who tear my night.
The sky becomes deeper and I have long since left my mind in it.
I throw up, again, my guts in a knot.
A spasm makes me throw out the remains of my integrity.
The passing daemons kiss me. They relieve me.
They sink their intentions into my flesh.
I watch them burning and dancing in the flames.
And I stare at fire until I burst my eyes.
Death can dance.
Tears are slipping away from me.
Trying to find the flaw.
Digging my skin, my flesh, me.
I am not me.
I forgot the shiver under your fingers.
I just keep one thing.
I forgot the violence of our constrained bodies.
I just keep one thing.
The smell of burning.
Only dust in the eyes.
Leave me, you, who want to save me.
Only dust in the eye.
Whoever you are I hate you.
Ashes.
Let me see them burn.
