You are music to me



The spark

The flame

My savior’s name

Every stitch

Every cut

When I bleed

When I cry

When it hurts

And I don’t know why

You’re my Hiroshima



You’re life and death

My ego genocide

Carbon torch etch

White hot flame

Clawing hand inside

A hot rock

A diamond edge

My toes bent and tasting

the edge

Pinnacle rock

Promontory reach

My suicide watch

With a corona on the beach

Every pleasant and selfless thing

My carnival ride

Brass ring

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