Digital drawing · Life · poetry

NmV 00.a1:i4

Mikropono blanc.

🔥🔥🔥

Throw me in there,

please. . .

I beg of you,

Gimme more firewood for my thoughts.

Gimme more memories to burn,

so in turn I know I can singe myself into my own pyre,

of memory and thought into a hellfire of what life,

did set ablaze after everyone conspired.

Just lemme know if you can smell my twisted brain,

If its overcooked or just plain black with soot.

⏩⏩⏩🔥💥🔥

©oam

®artsydhude 07-18.

™XENOphagz

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