They burned me
The two of them
Captivated by my spark
Blasted and turned into
Lust for their own cravings
The gods truth?
How many lies
Can we tell ourselves
Set the temple on fire
Too much zinc
Scorched by desire
Watch the conflagration
Rip through the flesh
Leaving only ash and vapors
Still the voice has song
Still the words come out
Usurp my body
Tear away at what is good
Keep some for yourself
There is more where
That came from
A plethora of pure intent
Your trauma
Made me stronger
Undaunted by the leaches
Silent screams
Bursting into flowers
© GÄ
Poétique 