Promethean Misery habitual red

Little red flame light my demise
My tears dissolve in your ash
Burn me, calm me
Caressed by embers
Troubles cushioned by your smoulder
A blinding haze stings
Embellished breath
Enslaved by this burden
I am stained
Habitual red
I breathe in your death
Ash in my mouth, mud lung
A blissful smother, a silent choke
I am infected
My habitual red