I am consumed within the jaws of something  that I do not understand.    Consumed by a thing  called psychosis. Eaten alive by my own mind.    Consumed and dissolved by this poison.  My judgment is disintegrating.   Consumed with bite marks on my soul,  scars of the past haunt me still. Now...

Young still I am.  Though old I feel.    The youthful blushes once there, now forever gone.    The fresh feeling of being young, replaced with the depression of aging.    How can I get it back? Not my youth I mean,   but the feeling of it. That sense of having...

Forever young we are!  Feels we are this way always when eye to eye, lips on lips.   Forever in love we will be!  Be forever this way and forever our hearts melting.   I love you, heart you, hugging you so we can feel each other's heartbeat. Romantic...

Lust in the candlelight, light that's radiant, where the hot, dripping wax flows.   The candlight simmering, the flamelight on our bare bodies, the golden bronze effect of the light on our skin as it glistens with sweat.   Cuddled now, hot and sweaty, your body tremors against mine in anticipation...

Should I pinch  my now small flame and die?   Is death really the only way? Should I extinguish what I have left?   Why do memories flow from my flame and dry to a still, only to linger on?   Is my flame being blown out by...