Deconstruct

The colours are blinding, bright as the hottest skies.
And the waters burn beneath, bursting into lava.
I start screaming, like the heavens are collapsing,
And she starts bleeding like she can do no other.

The scents are strong, the burning metal taste.
It brands the skin, heating the pleasure to a scald.
I start crying, like the demons will not let go.
And she starts singing, like she can lull them to sleep.

The feeling is tearing, ripping apart the soft fabric.
It pulls apart the life, it clouds the mind to logic.
I start dying, like the world is fading away.
And she starts rotting, like no grave can hold her.