Roar-melancholy-death

this is it, the end, the fire you firmly placed inside of my mouth

slowly burning my will to talk

To have a real song it was cleared by your fiery pyre

You placed fire, I had no air

No water

Your smoke inhaled my water

Your gurgling, starving coals ate through my heart’s water

I felt a roar-melancholy-death

Stage my descent

Into the last flames

The last flames that prickled and blistered tiny piece by tiny piece just as you sparked the first time

Yes, a death that hit me in waves of different heated fires with hues of blue, red, yellow, orange

You roared hell-fire,

I firmly stayed water

A light tap of my cluffy, soft drop

Hit your inferno, wrapped up in Azidoazide Azide (C₂N₁₄):

A brilliant, blinding flash of hot, white light as hot as a quasar core

I spiral into your supermassive gut-hole

Eating my own heart to satisfy your flames.