I don't know where i am anymore.
There's walls of flames, gardens of lava, oceans of you
A heat I've never touched holds me with a suffocating grip
I hoped you would have been here to soothe the ache
You caused it after all,
Hopefully today's the last. And tomorrow i don't suffer for a crime you committed
I'm shaking. My hands are vibrating with lust, searching for you skin but all i find are sheets you once accompanied
At least the flames ate your scent, swallowed your clothes, absorbed any trace of you.
If any one thing can come from this let it be my loss of you.
The loss of searching.