Moods

Ink must flow as blood runs cold
Save my burning flesh 
I cannot know if I should go
How do I tell if I am blessed?

Sugar burrows in my blood
Causing an acid pain within
Do you know the cure for Hell?
Imprisonment in your own flesh. 

The flames caress my flesh
Embers plug my veins
I break in pain, utterly undone
By a single breath of covert love. 

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