Soul-burn

       Faulting them takes more time than spitting forgiveness.
      
            Aches for a way to escape the life it's ventured so long in.  
   
     It leaves when you tell it. "This is my home, my comfort. Home sweet Life."


Human planet morphed you to a match.  
                              That bright burn stick, blazed the soul of a girl I know.


                                                  Let     One    Word    Cremate   My   Composure.   




Sink a floater, drown a survivor, feed on air.    
     
                                                    Let     No     Grins    Find    This     Child.  
   
Drunk lights, shut up, sleep tight.  
                
                                                      Let     Health    Be    Shy    .    Let   Us   Die   .