Fever Smell .........+Lady_Blaze+

I begin by casting the best of me into the fire
to be scorched so I will not recognize me when I come out
to fade within the black light bathing the compound
sheltered life we lead
the broken glass crushed between your metal fingertips
your eyes could crack stone
and the blame is laid on me and my charred body's remains
a shuttered gaze flits over what is left of the ordeal
nevertheless, we are still here
fading in the black light like dying moths
or like the smell of burnt feathers mixed with gasoline
tucked under the sexy lady's pillow at night
as she dreams of us toiling helplessly
the effervescence of our song her catalyst
for the fever smell coming off of us in drafts
a cycle more vicious than her devious lies she tells her lovers
their dreams she knows too
backwoods boys don't belong here

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