A flame lit in a dark corner. It lights up a soul. That soul burns, it feels the flame scathe it, and just as the burn heals the soul caught by your lips. Tenderly, your lips kiss the soul and it starts crackling and burns brighter. The soul can’t understand why something which hurts and burns you in ashes, feels so right. And as the soul burns bright crackling away inches from your lips, it sees you inhale the satisfaction with every puff. It sees you content… for the soul is to burn a little more and you, you keep bringing the soul to your lips. You are engulfed by a haze, is it so thick that you can’t sense the burning soul, killing itself with your every kiss.
And as you kiss it one last time, a bright spark holds your attention. But the soul, it has nothing left to give and you? You heartlessly, ride roughshod over the butt. Smother it till its last breathe. Thinking “Damn, I need another one!”
And then you pick another soul to burn, to crackle as it destroys itself to bring satisfaction to you… yes you!
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