2004-12-28
I Bleed Burning Flames

Some days, the way my skin tingles under the surface, and the way my fingers shake; persuades me to believe that you breath fire into my veins.

Admittedly, it always scares me at first. I can only recoil and recline on my bed until I catch my breath and my wits again.

But oh oh, the ecstasy of that bright flame. I am such a fool and a child and I will always rather to be scorched and burned to ash, than let the pretty flame go.

before & & after