I listen. I listen the screams. The ones who tear my night. The sky becomes deeper and I have long since left my mind in it. I throw up, again, my guts in a knot. A spasm makes me throw out the remains of my integrity. The passing daemons kiss me. They relieve me. They sink their intentions into my flesh. I watch them burning and dancing in the flames. And I stare at fire until I burst my eyes. Death can dance. Tears are slipping away from me. Trying to find the flaw. Digging my skin, my flesh, me. I am not me. I forgot the shiver under your fingers. I just keep one thing. I forgot the violence of our constrained bodies. I just keep one thing. The smell of burning. Only dust in the eyes. Leave me, you, who want to save me. Only dust in the eye. Whoever you are I hate you. Ashes. Let me see them burn.