No matter what I choose to believe, I can’t see everything in your eyes. As we speak though, I see the pyre rising through them – burning everything cold and slow. Flames lick over the surface of my being as you force the each into my soul through my stomach. I become a sort of inferno and I just need you to stop my punishment. I only did wrong to myself, nothing to you, what do you want from me? Take everything from inside of me like everyone else – not really what you need, but what you want. Take it now, fast like the rest, just hurry. Why are you doing this to me? Leave me!
But no don’t go, I don’t want you to! Please stay and burn me…please? I need your light – even if I can’t read it from your eyes.
Stumble!