Don’t light the fire

don't light the fire,

the moon screams hysterically

crying the death of

us

wounds open and close

hurting and healing

stinging under the nails

that ruthlessly dig deeper

and deeper

mute the twisted emotion

no more hating, no more loving

no more crying over dead flowers

blooming in the dead ashes of

abandoned coffee cups

blossoms of poison

explode under the red blanket

grab your guitar and

escape its chains.