I don't have thoughts,
Just voices in my head;
Molesting my mind
The weight of the world
Has fractured my spine,
Yet I never used it
Anyway.
White noise lingers in the air,
All your voices become one
Asking me the questions I've
Been scouring the remains for.
I feel the fire bubbling underneath
The skin,
As the heat of your third degree
Feeds on the insides of me.
The smoke smothers the tongue
And I just want to drown the flames
Burning down my body before the
Sea of blaze turns me to ashes.
You cant open something by
Setting it aflame, because that
Will only burn it to the ground.
You have to have the key or the
Secret or trust, and the door will
Open and you may find what you
Desire, yet, it will not always be
The response you requested.
