Cradles

Sometimes I can't tell if my body belongs to me.
I love everything.
Fire's breathing all around my room, my world so bright.
It's hard to breathe, but that's alright.
I want to taste your content,
Hold your breath and feel the tension.
Devil's hide behind redemption.
Honesty is a one-way gate to hell.
I want to taste consumption, breathe fast, set away,
Stop fidgeting.