Breathing Flames, Blackened Tongue - Irrelevant

Within our veins run oceans of black and crimson fuel for flame

and to no end, again, we swim upstream

Now, we’re waterlogged and choke down litres of oil as it air is waiting to

appear

We breathe but a life without is distant memory

You’ll see that there' more to me than you think there could be

One match to strike down

Incinerate to the ground

No doubt, you feed off the fallen, what then?

Cinder and ash now replace the tongue and face down

you’ll never know the air again

I’ll watch the furnace die within

and treading softly, I can hear the slow intake

and then you’re here so promptly.

Inhale.

Till then, just know that you can make the stomach turn

and soon you’ll know just what it is to burn