Three lights don’t work.
If the wind howls and the 
fire swallows it whole, then
is it silent or does it still roar?
Something that sounds a bit cliche,
something bordering the line of
erotica in the background,
spicy notes in the air, waft
and a conversation about humor in
violence flows through them all,
lets forget. Lets forget.

Forgetting us, or for us to
Forget
Commanding or truth,
The future or destiny
Or are they the same.
Lets forget, let us forget,
At some point they are two paths
Who remain synonymous in their fate,
Forgetting,
Forgetting.

Six minutes.