I was a screamer, a cryer, an instigator, accelerator.
Notebooks burning on the cross,
Kerosene and petrol raining from clouds of smoke.
A brick-red sky, the canvas of hell.
Hardened black lips, a life time with my face in front of the flames,
Only a thin layer of make-up separates us now.
Calloused, burnt and scarred. You take me as I am.
Impartial as Satan, you see past the mask.
Eyes full of smoke and mascara-dust.
Phoenixes die on blood-soaked ashes.
Jagged stripes of amber devour the night,
Facing into the fire, we are
My heart, blackened and withered, bleeds only for you.