THE past claims me in the most selfish way.
the visions impairing my soul.
Visions of you wrapped with me.
your skin smelling of you, going deep.
The gasoline ignited with a simple thought.
the fire blazing high.
the burning out of control and not stopping until I am gone.
engulfed, willingly.
Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 2:21 PM UTC
THE past claims me in the most selfish way.
the visions impairing my soul.
Visions of you wrapped with me.
your skin smelling of you, going deep.
The gasoline ignited with a simple thought.
the fire blazing high.
the burning out of control and not stopping until I am gone.
engulfed, willingly.
