Text: Up Front. What Fire Does. Shame.

An invitation with words all dress in wool
a fabrication to empty everything you thought was full
it's artificial
the limb you suck on in your bed
a superficial infection in your head
i reprise this image burning my eyes
another blister to scrape away
i despise your beauty
disguise forever fading away
i avow all my confusion and doubt
you painted pictures you know i couldn't see
i confess to blindness and innocence
and now you're nothing but memory to be
believe yourself to be another freed from the disease
ocean sky and fire rage they give you what you need
lives on paper separate the ink from all the blood
shame on you for the abuse of what you thought was love