In my room
There’s a fire
And a heavy, sweet aroma of smoke
That’s fogging my senses; cleansing my senses
Blinding me and healing me
The fire touches skin; swallows skin
And yet I’m ice and stone
So the fire is just a kiss
That will linger hereafter
Apr 10, 2013
Apr 10, 2013 at 4:43 AM UTC
In my room
There’s a fire
And a heavy, sweet aroma of smoke
That’s fogging my senses; cleansing my senses
Blinding me and healing me
The fire touches skin; swallows skin
And yet I’m ice and stone
So the fire is just a kiss
That will linger hereafter
