Tag: burn your old self

ethereal child, 
even the devil wants to see
the world through your eyes. 
look how they pine. 

ethereal child, 
you have ensnared him, 
no longer red with
lust, but the color of
your vitreous soul. 

ethereal child, do you
feel his fiery fingers
around your forearms,
injecting you like needles?

let go, let go
let the fire burn.