Scorching red flames dance in perfect circles-- engulfing all passion removing any trace of emotion-- It slithers down my veined neck it smoulders, burns, to slaughter the vigorous desire I attempt to refrain but cannot remove
Yet my heart continues to beat-- the invincible fire synonymous to destruction continues to be inferior to my robust, paper heart inked with memories of me, you, and us-- and wishful thinking that yours is stained with me.
Inspired by "My Heart is Not A Machine" by Whitley, one of my favourite songs of all time. The verse that haunts me most:
It sings louder than the fire I poured down my neck just to **** desire Just to **** desire