in darkness, a world disintegrates in hell, hope lenders feed the fire interestingly, as you lay next to me I'm burning beneath such desire a little voice whispered wishes that fell beneath shallow cracks next to warmth, cloaking subterfuge bruises appear on uncovered backs in silence you sleep with the dead in awareness you fear familiarity your own cancerous consciousness finds no utterable, plausible clarity I'm stable upon the mountaintop you created from a demons desire when I descend to the depth of life will you follow? or be swallowed by the fire?
it's been another black week... how many times is it possible to rise from the ashes?