I burn for you, in the shadows of the neon rain,
a cigarette saint with a halo of rust—
your name a spark on the wire of my veins.
We kiss like thieves in the church of decay,
lips painted with gasoline and grace.
Every breath is a matchstrike, every heartbeat a flame
licking the edges of the sky’s last lie.
I’m ashes in your sunrise,
but baby, I’ll burn forever
just to light the dark behind your eyes.