fix your gaze
upon the blaze
that is burning in the hills
it's crimson, rust and saffron
brick with fleshy pumpkin gills
breathing like a panther
panting with free will
taking taking over
firey engine full lipped frills
you've tapped the empty faucets
you've payed the piling bills
but flash backing to his lashes
surges up and sparks
your chills
you've painted by the number
soaked your sins in heavens lake
but the gnats in the outfield
joined their bodies, built his face
