Comburi Cremare, if only i could open the chest for the air to pass...

It's so hot inside, so hot, it burns...

Burns... burns the soul!

Burns the organs!

The heart!

The blood is in eternal combustion.

i have no pen and i must draw

Teeth sink deeper where shadows ignite,

Bones crack softly in hunger’s quiet rite,

I swallow your voice with a feral delight,

And taste what you were in the dead of night.

Oh that little devil, doesn't know what he does;

Or they're just too obedient, enough to do everything right;

But doing everything right, means that people will judge you more;

You are an devil on heaven, but a normal being on hell.

Angel

Teeth bared, you chew your lies,

call it truth with steady eyes.

Hands look clean in open light,

but drip red shadows out of sight.

The advantages of distancing from reality...

yes.. Yes... YES.

Words do not describe lives, they do not describe anything, nothing.

Please, please, it burns the mind and invigorates your spirit.

I Love You

Spores John Doe

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