Scented Candle Immolation ( Corvid Canine)

Cinnamon apple fills the air

With burning flesh

Saw my face in the news

On every corpse on the street

It's just a matter of time

Before my neighbors get restless

As I draw up a bath

Sweet cherry blossom hellfire

Lavender burns colour my world

Dressing myself in Sea Island Cotton

The pills are all gone

And Mr. Franklin laughin'

Teakwood and suede bonfire

Lulls me to rest

I'll make myself

A pyre of the fragrances

Worth living for