My burning desire,
You've buried yourself deep & guised yourself well.
Hidden by an illusory veil of happiness, a congenital virus of an idea.
Move away, motherfucker, move.
Smoking as a vice, drowning; taking long pulls I dive from the highest board into an open container.
From past to present, my outlook on you & all of this is parti-pris.
Pretension aside, inside glowing, I'm blowing on the hot coals until I am burned by an ember.
Thank you, though.
Silently weeping, secretly smiling, consumed by consumption:
Absolute hysteria is recognized.