I want you to set my skin on fire
the way you always do.

To whisper in my ear all the things you thought I never knew.

It seems we good at killing
Maybe even the best
But what good ever came from destruction
When had it considered the rest

Violence is nature
Brought by greed, envy and anger
Violence is not courage
Nor will it brought peace
There is a time for outrage
But violence is never the key.

So for hearts filled with fire
Release it in art and and pleasant desires.