Hey you,
Glad you could make it.
Have a drink, have a sit. I made all of this hoping someone, something, would show. So, thanks. At least I know I meant it when I said I'd never miss being the monster at our party.
What's it like? Haunting me? You know how I care for you burning my soul, but I've never dreamt of seeing the unholy flame through your eyes
Your cheeks now red, I should stay quiet.
Pains to catch, I'll just have to distinguish the fires' hues.
Numbness be gone before yonder breaks
Hold still so the eye won't catch you
Being torn to pieces by the cutting blaze
But oh, one's touch may just be enough
And we hope it might... Sew the oozing
And we must prepare... To light only one light, white heat.
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