Tarot

The touch of your body still lingers on my hands
I can feel them burning
Like acid, poured down on me,
The rains steams off my skin
Imaginary visions like broken mirrors,
The shards are in my brain
I know you'll be waiting, rolling on the sweaty sheets,
Waiting for me again and again
The wet dirt grinds between concrete and my feet
The voice of my passion gets higher
Drowning my senses my blood starts to roar
For the need to embrace your fire
I race through the alleys and the realms of shame
Carrying the blazing aura of aggression
I used to be free, now I can't think straight
You're blinding obsession