Oh, bliss!

Feed me to her.

The forest is on fire.

I’m burnin’ up,

calling it love.

Nothing like a warm night.

Lying curled, a kitten

by a pile of burning books.

Your faith in me did this.

Dance.

Dance..

Dance...

I feel so free.

Run your hands across my skin.

Is it okay that I’m not her?

I don’t need your sympathy,

just keep loving me in the dark.

As the orange glow of the

city in flames washes over us.

A dove in the conflagration,

every sin was worth this.