If you are in a room wherein the heat is swamped with desire, the illness which warms your insides will by no means overdose on the medicine presented.
(Can you seriously, take more of what you believe you need? When You realize // You don’t want it?)
As the hot and gripping feeling begins to trickle, at the very composition of attraction.
You become the student of attraction while being taught by the lessons of fire, lava burns your shadow.
Words become whispers and your every breath becomes as loud as the dynamite.
What happens off the room where the aroma is sizzling?
Maybe you should ask the smoke as now it expands across the room.
This smoke and ash are elected to keep you held hostage to the room.
You find no escape, so on the ground, you are helplessly requesting for an exit.
Every a cough beckons for a clearance of this spark
Yet you continue to enter the dimension of flame and volcanic vapor.
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