So I’ve decided to do my homework.
To study the blood of myself and another.
To compare the burning of the eyes of hell and earth.
To watch the girl standing in the flowers of defeat rising to create the very scorching voice that calls them to whither.
To use my veins in the designing of my wounds on paper.

I’ve decided to go into the hearts of those long broken.
And find pearls which have not burned just yet in the fires of passion for a principle.
I watch the fire
Walk through the fire
And through the sizzling of the skin on my feet burning from walking on the coals
I get these words

Most often
It’s all taking place in my own heart.