How can i avoid this thought-crime?
this purpose that consumes my mind,
this plead to make you shine.
I grow inpatient with time,
in this feeling that i grind,
playing with matches in my words,
slowly building up our steam.
All i ask is you lay by my side,
loose yourself in my eyes,
let us to ride this tide,
slowly approach my demise,
our shadows twisting as flames,
as we watch it burn.