To preface.

The days spent within the embrace

of these stiff straight arms

strangle me.

I cannot take these right angles

anymore.

Give unto me something of the sun

and with that half-breathed wish

suddenly you are there

stretching fingers of warmth

throughout the long corridors of my mind

and oh how these halls reek of smoke

for I have been burnt before

and still the peeling walls look like flames

curling up around these supports

hungry hands to pull it down.

So be careful you

with your glow and grin

because I am a patch of tinder

and you will burn me up again.

But regardless I welcome you

because you are nothing straight

with your crooked eyes

and long hands curved around my face

Maybe this time it will all come out.

I'll give you a free hand

and all the doors you want.

If you want to walk away

I guess that would be you

and your choice

but it would only take your voice

to burn this whole place down.

So here I am

With these white walls strict around me

and nothing but the sound

of you when you found me

So.

What next?