Lost Obituaries And Brazen Flames,
Dead People Kissing The Red Sunset Without True Names
Flames of desire
Flames for hire
Flames that love speechless tongues bursting in self-immolating quagmire
Where do you belong, to what alarming cause do you breathlessly aspire?
Is your soul so wretched, so questionably dire?
Have you walked once or twice with moment, with immortal licks of blazing fire?
Answer... Beautiful Queen or Mighty Sire
Where do you be…
