Liability Of Explosions.
Liability Of Explosions.
I want the sparks in a turmoil coiled battery,
I want them flickering like street lamps decaying at the brisk of dawn,
I want electricity trickling down the pavements of my scabs,
When your fingertips wander at the lanes of my skin.
I want the echoes of our conversations
Blazing fireworks at every corner of my skull.
I want us to be in flames,
Burning, churning, intertwining into incomprehensible magma.
I want an extravaganza of paroxysm,
At the collision of our cells;
I want us to exist in the span of an explosion,
Only to collapse and disintegrate into the scraps of a purged city.