I'm a matchbox.
My only purpose is to be used.

You strike my match when you grab a hold of me,
One after another
The friction excites me, and
With the flicker of a flame
I burn brightly.

I crave that flame.
The need to shine,
To be the light in everyone's lives.

*But what if you don't need me anymore?

Hear the pull of the trigger,
A silent shot.
Though you hear nothing, the damage is done:
The bleeding of your life,
The melting of scenery.
Your surroundings go numb,

I've filled the void with chaos.

You knew the bullet was in,
You knew I was there.
You never pulled the trigger but
Life is unfair.

Life will shoot me, and
I'll be gone.

Walk the lands with me begone,
For you can learn how to live
As I was.

How to live,
With everyone entering and leaving your life.

I've always pondered why
The expression of desire
Be best expressed by
The burning of flame.

For me, that is not enough;
My thoughts of desire are not but a flicker,
Or the mention of warmth;
The lighting of pyres.

For me, it'd be poison:
Thoughts, injected into the brain,
Choking me with desire.
You, you, you, you, you.

You'd want more of it.
There are no signs, it grows.
Like bacteria feasting on your mind,
Replacing your humanity
With something inhumane.
Someone inhumane.

Until you smile and can't stop smiling,
As you have more and more,
Not of this someone, but
This image beyond reality.

'Til I can't recall your voice,
Your face, your smile,
Your grace, though I know
You're the one for me.
The perfect partner.

*My perfect partner.
And I will be yours forever.

Ancient.*
Living through the ages,
The ruins that scatter
Pieces of my heart
and culture.
Your everything
Will be my *demise.

Even if you're flesh and blood,
Weaving the timeline that speaks my tale.
Even if you have good intentions,
Taking me back to reality.

Don't come here.
Don't wake me up from my dream.
Don't carry me away.

Don't take me away from the field,
From which the seeds of memory grow,
Where it is most fertile,
With the joys of nature, friendships and love,
Where I may not grow anywhere else.

I don't want to go home.
Please.

Can we become any more than now?
When I look at you
in your oversized sweater:
Shaping your curves,
Hiding your treasures,
Whilst I bind you in place.

Can our love be greater than now?
When our limbs intertwine,
Sharing heat;
Setting the room ablaze,
Our lips wet with passion.
Your lust is my obsession.

Can we get any closer than now?
When I claw your spine,
Preying on you;
Our tongues on fire,
Your cries seeking
Me in you.

Can we want each other any more than now?
With every kiss, faster and faster,
With every ******, a moaning answer,
When you allow me the right to
Feast on your very body.

Can we become anything more than now?*
When you receive my liquid love
As I finish within you,
Eyes locked in desire
As you come to receive me.

She's got jewels for eyes:
Neverending reflections
Of pure light,
Of bliss,
A lure for my greed.

She's got stars in her smile:
Glistening,
The brightness,
That which encompasses
The core of my attention.

She's got a diamond for a heart:
That which every man wants,
Which every man craves,
That I long for.
I'd ***** for.