RMC

Don’t think anything of it.
We need not repeat of it.
What transpired was just
a moment you had a shift.

Take it or leave it I’ll be here
along the ruminations a station
I’ve known to kindly rear
though a furnace blazes in.

I may be a simple guy shy,
but you’d be fine like wine
because I roll out red carpets why?
In the end it’s always my crime.

Reverse psychology games
explode inside my own brain
as I relive my past romancing
I think I might go insane.

She was a fire spit blonde
but beyond there were no warm
places inside my bones beyond
her own want of self harm.

I could condone certain things,
and you have certain things,
that make me feel burn alive.
It’s explosive and shit stings.

As I look back on the things
the things we smiles exchanged.
Let’s let the fruit of the spring
burn right off my chest insane.

Radioactive to toxic points
I won’t go I just want to smoke
and place you in places at some point
where we become woke.

Let’s light the fire I’m alive inside,
the light is just right to purify
this pilgrim I am in sin again
so burn my heart straight alive.