It was always hard to believe that hell was a real place, but I’m convinced. And as you burn I inhale the flames. I’ll inhale the flames.
A magnificent light climbs higher. The night overtakes the day and as I watch you burn I inhale the flames. We’re carving our names in our flesh. Hands stained red, gripping the blade. Cut craters and valleys in our chests. Exposing the wires that rest under the skin. The heart beats slower and the grip starts to release. Pouring from our bodies, evidence. If you needed proof we gave it to you. We are the determined ones. By the blade we grip the knife.