I Burn

Twisted in the knife
Shaking all over
A crimson river floods the wide walk
She screams up at a mute God
Is that your light leaving?
Is that your ark departing?
I am not deserving
I do not deserve this
In the bleached white streets
Surrounded by neon idiots
Aching for a second breath
I burn
Illuminated in the flesh
Consumed in the cracked orange glow
I burn
Twisted in the knife
Shaking all over
They tried to take a layer from my life
I took something from them
I can’t remember
I can’t remember
I took something from them
I can’t remember
I can’t remember
And in the bleach white streets
Putrified to my very core
I burn
Moving further from shared space
Moving closer to the sound
I burn
I burn
I burn
I burn
I burn
I burn
In the bleached white streets
Torn and strewn to the very four quarters
I burn
Illuminated in the flesh
Consumed in the cracked orange glow
I burn
I burn
Twisted in the knife
Twisted in the knife
Is that your light leaving
Is that your ark departing?
I do not deserve this