Don't think twice, it's too late it just might disintegrate.
Beneath your fingertip leaving a trail of shadows burning within the chaos.
Sensations to lay dormant screaming under the layers, the blanket of skin.
Peeling away from thoughts anchor, should I be resentful or full of a something.
A lustful need within my root, crystallizing this thought; haste biting within me.
My glass house broken, who to put her together again.
These shards fulfilling a need bleeding out, as you drink upon the flame.
The tar residing, the imbalance retracting.
I shouldn't have done this? I should have never done this thinking twice