I will make myself a drink of fire--
Fire from the deeps of Hell and crimson flames,
Large fires shooting yellows and oranges,
Hot, burning, red Fire.
I will capture them from the bowels of the earth,
And inhale the warm derision of my Sweetheart into my soul,
So that later my drink shall be bubbled with heat.
It will burn and scratch
As I swallow it all down;
And I shall feel it's demonic presence,
Twisting and withering in my stomach.
His screams will send havoc up to my head,
And I shall be fiery, and sneer,
Diminishing any memory indicating,
I have ever known such a man.



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