Scorched earth

I scorch the earth my darling
leave the air aflame
I’ll salt the ground you walk on
just to improve my day
if you are the problem
there’s no reason for me to stay
I’ll burn the bridges manically
leave little to no sign
you’ll remember my face honey
I won’t forget the time
but everything is ashes now
or so soon it’ll be
I scorch the earth my darling
don’t ever get the bad side of me

The flame

Burn me baby
I’ve been here before
dragged right across your kitchen floor
like a dirty used mop I’ve cleaned up
got all that gunk deep under my skin
so burn me clean baby
make me blush
turn my skin red with rust
burn that metal to its core
until you don’t recognize
what you need me for
burn me baby
I’m so sick of being used
burn me honey
light the flame that makes it stop

Long night

I needed time
you took too much
can’t recover from this stuff
everybody’s got opinions
I just want to burn the kitchen
break the plates and the knives
I just want to scream and fight
you took too much
and now I’m angry
you think that I am fucking scary
everything I get is mine
you got the dollars I got the time
waiting for the next installment
I don’t care what names they’re calling
I know what that fire felt like
you took too much
so let’s call it a long night


Fire burning dark
blazing up the sky
bursting into moonlight
getting in your eyes
shattering the atmosphere
breaking down your will
fire burning brightly
doesn’t pay the bills
burdens you for hours
taking all your milk
cannot think for nothing
your sight is shattered still
everything is patterned
patterned by the dark
the fire burning brightly
it’s the night that it has wrought

The parlor

Setting up the parlor
with all the nicest things
the trash from the below
is enough to make you scream
run through fire naked
and bleed what you don’t mean
the teddy bears are all up
all waiting for their tea
the crumpets made from spiders
carry so many wonderful dreams
setting up the parlor
just as one does the mind
dressing up the armor
soaking metal in good wine


In the morning if I wake up
burning in this bed
the sheets have all gone dirty
painted all deep red
turning brown as want to do
the blood is all but dry
in the morning if I wake up
it will be another morning
that I cry
if I die while sleeping
it will be a pleasure
burning in this bed
I take to waking measured

Begin again

Fire blooming from her hair
grows until it gets everywhere
burning the carpet
burning the chairs
the wooden floor now beyond repair
the lace and satin all but ash
her hair in flames it’s glorious
the destruction she brings
just walking in
the house is gone
time to begin again

Time decays

Fire blossoms burning flesh
death becomes the ignorant
those who touch but do not heed
warnings given graciously
never a need but spoken anyway
you simply threw the warnings away
fire blossoms burning your flesh
they called upon you so ignorant
burning the eyes so beautiful
those who touch the ones harmful
hands that pick and pluck and bend
kill the flowers snuff the flames
your flesh it burns as time decays