Poison me,
Fill me with fire,
Let it burn away everything,
Away with perception,
Burn to ashes,
Liquid flame devouring my mind,
Stripping away everything,
Like Nam-Ho-Yung-Reng-Ki-kyo,
Over and over on a Sunday afternoon,
With birds singing,
Birds smiling,
Birds taking off their shirts,
And pierced nipples the size of dinner plates,
And it keeps burning,
Burning out fear,
Until there's love everywhere,
And it's all I see,
And the only thing to keep me safe is love I hope is true,
Burning in the birds,
Burning in me,
Burning away until everything,
Every fucking thing is gone,
I am gone like I'll never have the guts to make it,
Body and mind fall away,
Samadha Sours slip down my throat,
And I am gone,
Only to wake to a bitter morning,
To ashes and fear of my own betrayel,
And stumble home still burning and praying,
That there's still something to burn,
Because tomorrow it starts again,
Poison me,
Kill me with fire.
