RIP

deep down I rest
waiting for my soul
to die in your chest
and never to feel alone
as the cold that burns
in ice flames
like if the gods fainted
and life should be blamed
for the tears that are born
in your pretty eyes
and die
in your luxurious mouth.
I don’t intend to blame
I just want to burn
in your hot tight flame
that trespasses my heart
all alone in the dark,
cold, jealous night light