Don’t light the fire
don't light the fire,
the moon screams hysterically
crying the death of
us
wounds open and close
hurting and healing
stinging under the nails
that ruthlessly dig deeper
and deeper
mute the twisted emotion
no more hating, no more loving
no more crying over dead flowers
blooming in the dead ashes of
abandoned coffee cups
blossoms of poison
explode under the red blanket
grab your guitar and
escape its chains.
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