:: burn ::

peered deep in our phase unwound

truth sings to divineless fidelity
thoughts numbed within your cocoon
a moth flutters misprinted serendipity

scriptures of devoid emotions
to me they lay in an open book
virtue is me to mindless moments
to cast myself to you once more
... baitless on a hook

burn and bury me softly in this womb
holding black flowers in a tomb.