Music

Weren't you alone? Burning at the thought in time

Did you not see what remained? Bowing away pain into dust

The lights still not flickering

A pair of ankles, burning.Incense, burning.Innocence burning

Infernal this pain , did you not see it coming?

Sitting here watching over  the faint spell in the sky

And then, in a thought that looks like bokeh, and feels like a final hit,

everything makes sense as I tug at the wire,

as each descending peak on the machine makes you a little less alive