there is fire
in my mind , through my mouth , to my bad
its keeping me all beeting

before i touch it - i stare
while -im bearning up
after - i can see the damage

it had already taken over my obssesive mind
my posesed body


there is no such thing as fire in his world
his wearing sunglasses , unremoved
smiles, nodes , enjoy the constant show
at the end of the day he eat me hole
grab my souring body from the bearning flour
after watching it dance for hours

intertained, not able to understand the fire
he light it up again