Magma, poison Things I have found to be more connected to you than I am willing to admit The heat coursing through the river of my mind is and always will be your doing
Everything about you will bring it about, I know because I have seen it unfold. Anything can poisoned, but my mind has been drowned in this strange state
The outline of your back when you turn around triggers nails Your hair brings forth hands Your eyes create another scenario that drags me under
My mind seems to always be against me, Summoning the most unworthy thoughts. The kind that make people squirm.
I pray, not for salvation, but that you never find out about what plagues my thoughts. All the gods and goddesses know of your face, your skin, your scent Though it's due to my own corruption
The only thing I hate is when these things are brought forth and you are non the wiser. It's as if I am being teased by not only you, but the universe as well
This confession will never have a face to it, but it will be in the corner of my mind, waiting to strike And if, by chance, you find this and know it's about you, I will sink below the magma, never to return to the only world I cannot be destroyed in
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