So this is a thought that squirmed its way out from the useless folds of gray matter I call a brain at some point in time.
Destructive...
Like comets in the sky
Beautiful streaks of explosion
Incendiary whips of fire
bury themselves into the flesh
Daredevil
the comet's new heart
Lips made of gold and white flame
eyes of suns and stars
too far to kill, too close to burn
With sun's ore in our veins
We destroy our old selves
and make something new
through the fire of inspiration
Radical idea
dessimate the mind
replace it with molten thought
ripe and pliant like clay
Create inside
a new idea,
burn what was left of the past
into nothing but wayward ash
And whip the cold sluggish
Soul into the burning frenzy
of revolution of change
with those lips of heated scales
...Rebirth
And thus, feel free to call me a little "disjointed" au le tete. Mrowr. ^._.^
