The Secret of Destruction
There is no secret.
Everything burns in this world,
the sun burnt my skin into raw umber.
the spilled candle wax burns my fingers,
the embarassment of being alive burns me
when everything I say,
everything I know desires to be set aflame.
and all these ashes drift away...
I want to remember nothing.
I don't want to remember anything.
not the way I laugh, like a nervous wreck
not the way I look, the crookedness
not the way I spoke to you last night, like I have
never spoken before...
All these I must Incinerate.
Even you, my friend.
The melting of your hands next to mine,
the bright red outline of your face
as it spills outwards.
The fleeting smile that curls up into the wind
even as my eyes burnt down.
Birth sign: Aries
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