My skin, burning with indignation, I am human
flint, waiting to spark at first touch. Your voice
strikes me fast, kindling caught in flame and force
of tornadic winds. Together we never stood
a chance. The second we met, we were already
ash.
My skin, burning with indignation, I am human
flint, waiting to spark at first touch. Your voice
strikes me fast, kindling caught in flame and force
of tornadic winds. Together we never stood
a chance. The second we met, we were already
ash.