Sometimes there are nights where it feels like my soul is writhing beneath my skin.
Rattling the cage made of bones, banging against flesh, clawing its way out to get to you.
An all consuming condition,
liquid fire roiling through my veins.
My desire for you
Decimating me to ash from flame.
Apr 16, 2025
Apr 16, 2025 at 1:36 AM UTC
Sometimes there are nights where it feels like my soul is writhing beneath my skin.
Rattling the cage made of bones, banging against flesh, clawing its way out to get to you.
An all consuming condition,
liquid fire roiling through my veins.
My desire for you
Decimating me to ash from flame.
