an ode to your memories

if memory is your sanctuary, then let your sanctum find me, let me discover what your life was and how far your dreams have stumbled and lumbered you like dead wood as you destroy all your possessions in the flames of your rage. relax now..... the flames won't immerse the flesh until the life has been chased from the shell, a shell so innocent and well maintained, but then drained, beneath those black and red rose eyes there is still beauty, between those sweet lips a thousand cocks may have been, but still there is love and when the blood is drained from those cheeks and the skin thins and sinks within, the body dies but spirits live and then is taken into rebirth, i hope reincarnated is my daughter, share my life until i die, maybe i'll burn and become your son, forever we can exist in our own eternal love and loss.