Ashes

Speak through me,
I am a low-class void
My hearing a heavy contemplation
no matter how sweet or sour you taste

Burn the ashes,
so I won't ever exist
to you or your memory box

I lost connection so long ago,
I'm breathing fire through this filthy mouth
were I can still taste
your tongue dancing with mine

How the fuck am I supposed to breathe while standing on the line,
between love and hate
and my enemy's eyes?