Touch cool dark smooth as silk between the lips of torn ash. The remembrance of a tree you once loved. pieces of hell born in the hearth of are bodies fulled by passion ruled by fear. Rip, ripped, ripper, is quicker to draw smoke from the core through thin air purged of purity and innocence. its virgin folds penetrated by towering chimneys spewing its polluted seed up and over. Blood rain churns and falls giving life to the intruder with cursed foils, butterfly's, led, and death. Acid so simple and powerful torchered mind self medicated by the unworthy beings destroying the place called home. fire is my truth my soul my lack of compassion. Me the sad little flame will grow and destroy something i was meant to do. false love tales of happiness all that i hold dear will be consumed. But for what? You need my kind the destroyers the self sacrificing bastard's of the world. like my predecessor destruction only replaces the old with new life new promises for the ones i loved new hope. But for me heavens not hot enough I say burn me alive inside. formulaire ground trampled by goodness and restored by the wicked. Ha ha I'm sad for a human free spirit my ideals holding dark bliss the road less traveled.
