And a burn along thy limbs couldn't replace the feeling I had wished for
As the vines crept along my neck and up my spine so tightly wrapped into a sweet thorny pain
It was something deeper
Almost to the bone
Like molten lava slicing through rock
I wondered how it'd feel
Along my neck
As the burns increased
And the vines remained strong around me
To care about its maintenance
Or to reduce the flames and burns
Was not something I wanted
In a twisted romance
I wished for them to increase
Because my body grew numb
And couldn't feel anymore
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