Rafflesia god,
nestled deep inside my skull,
Friend to my hatred.
Full of hell I am
scorched by brimstone. I
am blackened again.
Unable to leave
my bed of molten flames
static blankets me.
I lie here hoping
that you will burn out some day,
Rafflesia god.
Flames crawl inside
searching for your ugly face
but no face to find.
Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 11:17 PM UTC
Rafflesia god,
nestled deep inside my skull,
Friend to my hatred.
Full of hell I am
scorched by brimstone. I
am blackened again.
Unable to leave
my bed of molten flames
static blankets me.
I lie here hoping
that you will burn out some day,
Rafflesia god.
Flames crawl inside
searching for your ugly face
but no face to find.
