Hypnotic Flame

When the house was full and the music began all the eyes became embezzled with the flame in the centre. Eyes locked into position people’s thoughts began to wonder nothing matters outside the amazement of colour and madness.

Purple tide running onto the shore and crashing to the land, making dreams come true, making reality fake, making everything mean nothing at all.

The stinging taste of dried tobacco and cigarette smoke unwinding in a hot sea with candles and wine.

When I see your face in fog through molten space and troubled suburban grace, I see the pretty figure that is you, and in your heart I see the most amazing person that anyone could no, and I found that person first.

My thoughts are still wondering while my eyes are locked into this hypnotic fire of death, decay, and warmth. In love I feel this safety net but purgatory death, my selfless life, help me reach out to you…