The Burn Victim Was Admitted Despite Evidence of A Fire I wish this Holy Hell were accidental But my chest is this knife's home And the detectives are ruining alibis. It just seems to be coincidental How loudly the screams blood and bone Of love and loss and wordless cries. Now I try to get the words just right Every syllable, every pulse beat calling Hoping some stupid line will turn back time. Not a minute, an hour, a day, a night Goes by without memories crawling From depths not deep enough they cannot climb. But then your touch meets my wanting reach For just a moment that seems forever And I find my love, my breath, my life once more. We lay together, talking with lips pressed against speech Our bodies crash in concert with burning endeavor Finding the solace that we've always yearned for. Like the breath, the blood, and the damnable knife You go deeper, having the time of my life.