Theories of Thought

Cast away with forked tongue
The whispers that lie
And point to the sky
Deep into the ashes
Of the past and desire resolute,
Striking electric explosions
Against the skin.
The colour of bleeding remorse,
Flanked into overdrive;
Fire riding skin with
Painful canvas, painting
Theories onto the living flesh.

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