Illuminate, dance in the the flickers
from the shadows of the flames.
Let it invade you before it can save you,
"seal my lips with the lips of your cold kiss so I won't speak again."
Demanding your breath and consuming your future
I separate the bones from the flesh,
I incinerate the rest!
You must let it invade.
And like a Moth to a flame,
you're lured to a place where elation must end
before it can truly begin.
It all ends.