Ya, you. Fraudulently innocuous
Pleasing to the eye. All to me a lie.
You're to everyone in my eyes, a curse
Forked intentions, self deceiving.
Self centred
& you'd obnoxiously dare deem
yourself, self righteous.

Lets drop the facade, start the clamor.
If that's what you really want.

Burn, whats left of you
and me. Nasty, slow flame,
chewing up our faces.
All is reduced to ashes.
Whilst the exoskeleton left intact,
the innards of it burnt inside
Babeye burn, burn, burn
The best way to encapsulate
memories, not polaroid
but always, in ashes.