Deep in the furnace passed the places where desire deceives us there is a flame that burns freely. A flame that burns selfish ambition away and leaves nothing but freedom and obedience. It is a place where pain is temporary discipline and love is sincerely true.
I fall into deep despair and find it difficult to regain my footing. There are mines all around you and they so closely surround you that if I do not fall for you I simply explode into countless pieces. I find myself looking down and not being able to take my eyes away. My heart deceives me in the most uncomfortably pleasant way. I dream of faces attached to fingers and search for specific words that seem to only be clouding the map in front of me, if it's even a map at all.
I don't let you say a word because I have already chosen them for you. I don't want to choose them for you but my heart has its way and it's deception feels so right and still somehow I know it's wrong. You can dance in a cemetery but that doesn't change the fact that you are surrounded by death. You can play a joyful tune through your headphones in a desert, but will not cure your thirst or call for welcome company. Batteries die. Flesh fades and wrinkles. Eyes swell, droop, and become dazed in a blur.
These jigsaw puzzle pieces do not fit in the empty spaces. They will not turn the key that opens the door to logos and Paradise. These pieces don't hearken back to the times in the Garden when we walked together. Quite conversely they resurrect the serpent's whispers. The deceiver has deceived you and as you attempt to argue in protest you just prove to us that you're buried deep in his lies.