.upon his eyes.

Like molten lava, like the fruit of
Explosion: scorching and twisting and
Never at rest.
And my heart is
Melting and bursting and burning,
And my heart is frozen in my chest.
And it could almost be bliss,
It almost seems right:
Like death, but sweeter,
I have no choice but to feel.
It almost seems like sleep,
It is something like peace.
This agony of burning,
It is all I have, all I want.

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