Napalm Nausea

I hide behind my veil of
Insanity, watching you
Embrace the cold. The
Lonely path sought, a
Flower crushed by soles
Uncovered and flagons
Littering the barren
Streets. Longing for
The other man, the warm
Embrace of a stainless steel
Cutting. You light the torch
Hovering and my napalm
Nausea finds another
Birth. Like a moth and a fire
Colliding, I rub and you
Reach your point of
Desire. Here be dragons,
Here be truths



Untold.