Swarm of thoughts caress my skull
Yes, heat
To beat the anger from my soul
Yes, fire
Consumes desire for the flesh
Yes, sun
To soothe my wounds
Yes, flame
To hide the shame of imperfection
Yes, burning
Ever yearning for the touch
Yes, hot
And not afraid of dying lonely
Yes, warm
Feeling
Trickling
Down
My
Spine
Yes, shine.