thick heat from my body
rises with malice
and sickens my mattress.
damp linens spark,
noone can unlight this fire.
fleshfurnace don't soften,
It feeds on me
and serves no need.
difficult to breath
the polluted,
lonely and undiluted,
fumes that flow from me.
pillows set ablaze,
nothing can unlight my fire.
sun's long gone,
but, I still hear its beat,
like I hear
my dead demons' screams.
Echoes of Heat,
I pray,
just burn me away.

all this endless, viscous heat
fills me with dread.
I Believe
out the window lies
a hole burning through the sky.
I just lay
wrapped up in waste,
my mind and body turning
with the worried knowledge
that something has changed.
in the morning
crows'll deconstruct
my dry artwork of bones
and the sun'll bake away
my heart into flakes.

I should warn
all the stumblers on the street
not to breathe,
but, it's too hard to think
and the sky's too barren to stare at.
besides,
no will can stop this.
at least there's nothing to lose;
in this world
everything gets burnt
and inside we're cold
and blind to the world
till it starts its shakin.

no way to keep it light
I just purse my lips up tight,
lay down,
let the world overtake me,
while all the bad thoughts I killed
rot on the ground
Releasing a heat
that flows harshly, like my blood,
and sinks down
the bedroom stairs.

tell me,
in the morning
it'll be alright.
tell me,
there's stars
still strengthening the sky.
touch and tell me,
the fire has spared us,
we're cool
and both still alive.
it's so hard to believe sometimes.