Feeding Lions with my Bare Hands

I want to run away and start this fire with the matches we bought.
running into the fire with you, our burning flesh cannot be controlled. so let our hearts bleed fire. and wait until the firemen come and put out the flames, by then it will be to late. we will be forced to sleep in coffins.

but it all happens before I wake up. right before the best part.

right before we walk through heaven.

and my mind seems to want to screw with me, flipping the channel to a dream where you were with someone else.


and I'm burning by myself. but this time, my tears wont be seen.