‘fire in the hole’


 

Three nitres, two screams and my toluene dreams are dynamiting the start, in the heart of the heat
the architecture beats me and as I can’t see her she meets me head on,then she’s gone
and the buildings all crumble as the tri-nitro rumbles and I stumble back into the night.
Tomorrow’s alright but it won’t fix today and today flakes away in my hands,the hands that once held her, now hold only fresh air and there’s nothing where she used to be,but me and corrosive,boom bang explosive with a fuse to abuse and there’s nothing to choose but the easy way out.

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