The Heat Makes Everything Burn.
The Soul Burns to Capture a Moment Never Capable of Becoming.
My Hands Burn because of there over development during the Wee Late Hours Alone in My Room.
My Thumb pierced from Glass Leaving Me once again in Pain.
The unresponsive Chatter that comes out of your Mouth every time we Speak.
The Truth that Will always Lie.
Oh My Dear, please. Do not worry for me. I Need Not worry for You.

Your Discomposed words make me Laugh.
Your inability to understand Who and What we are; When We are, How we Are.
Your stupidity for Capturing a Moment on Film makes me Laugh.
Your desire to Pronounce Life in a Photo , a photo that shall Never Be Alive.

Your Ability to Tell me what I Want to Hear, and not what I need to Hear.
Your Lacking of Manliness, overruled by your Desire to be Desirable.
Your overuse of Words only you Understand.
Your unconscious Actions due to your Demeaning Childhood.
Your Faith and Desire I no Longer Feel For.
Your inadequate Ways of Living, Speaking, Believing, Fucking how you Like and not How I Like.

I have spent too much Time Lying.
I have spent too much time Trying
I have spent too much time Misbehaving.
I have spent too much time trying to Understand a mystery that has no understanding.

I was Captured in a Moment; only brief.

I sit in Silence and Silence is what I choose.
The Calming of No Words, No Sound, No Voice, No Heart Beat.
This Calms Me.

The door is Closed Tonight....