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Tongues of fire,
vermilion in fading daylight,
flickering upwards,
singeing your skin.
Patterns in the burn marks,
ashes of the past,
stirring into characters,
of languages long forgotten.
Painting words across your body,
the fire reveals,
constellations in your eyes.
A reality beyond all worldly cares,
an illusion,
hallucinations in another's trip.
Asphyxiated by the smoke,
and the smell of burning flesh.
Your palms outstretched,
fingers of crimson tracing every line,
as you embrace the flames.
© 2012
vermilion in fading daylight,
flickering upwards,
singeing your skin.
Patterns in the burn marks,
ashes of the past,
stirring into characters,
of languages long forgotten.
Painting words across your body,
the fire reveals,
constellations in your eyes.
A reality beyond all worldly cares,
an illusion,
hallucinations in another's trip.
Asphyxiated by the smoke,
and the smell of burning flesh.
Your palms outstretched,
fingers of crimson tracing every line,
as you embrace the flames.
© 2012
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This is fantastic! I feel there is a sense of sound chaos here, if that makes sense, and rebirth, like the phoenix. ^^