Burning People

Olha, provavelmente precisa de revisão, mas eu vou deixar aqui assim mesmo. E foda-se.

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Touchable-untouchable,
Sometimes I burn people and
They die.

Death by burn on fire, on cold,
On booze (it counts like chemical burning I guess), on shame,
But always burned. Never by boiling.

Does it seem cheesy if I say that
Sometimes I burn other person in love?
That “Elvis-said” love..?

People to ashes. Heart to dust.

And it hurts. People keep moving,
Hydrated,
Bruised, but never burnt.

So if you can, stand a continent away
From me. For me. For you.

Or jump in this Hell-of-a-Life
And burn with myself, inside and around myself.

Become that Supernova. That one, here.
Reborn in its own near-death, shining,
On the limit of a glimpse
Before it fades away and consume everything around you.

A black hole’s memory of past intensities.

A memory of a black hole of intensities pasts.