If you were the starlight,
I would burn
If you were the sun,
I would burn.
Upon gazing at you,
My muse
I have discovered you are not,
the stars,
the sun,
yet i am burning.
i feel ignited!
This is the feeling of death.
My muse,
you have come back to destroy.
My muse,
you have become my thoughts incised into my retina.
I feel the laceration's penetrations reminding me of my desired associations.
