Bring in the fire.

Burn my flesh into ashes.

I’m a serial liar,

A killer,

An ardent believer in everything golden that

flickers and flashes.

It hurts, but the pain is sweet,

Hypnotising, divine and holy.

I worship it, bathe in it, drowning slowly

To the sound of my own heartbeat.

You are all over me.

I’m wearing your skin,

I’m kissing your sins,

I forget where “you” ends and “I” begins,

Your past — my past, your future — a door with no key.

I stilled my hunger with your quiet words,

By absorbing your presence I quenched my thirst,

My eyes got used to your blazing glance —

We are burning in flames in a fiery dance.

It feels ever so good,

But there’s no goodness

When my dress is black

And you stand

Right where he stood,

And I should, yes, I should

Take this tree down and get out of this wood,

But it’s hard to move on

When one in three words I say is misunderstood.

I’m obsessed and obsessive,

Possessed and possessive,

Where there’s one, there’ll be two, three and more.

You’re a lifeline with thorns,

I neglect all that warns

“It’s no different from what happened before.”

My being is floating in blackness

With deafening sirens

In stillness and sadness

With hundreds of needles injecting the madness —

My mind is craving for silence.

Let the waters come and baptise me,

And heal me,

I want them to fill me and clean me,

I want them to make me believe

That I’m whole, enough and complete.

Bit by bit, piece by piece, I am letting this go.

My illusions, my lies, my pretence are no more.

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