Out of memory

Banging out a line.
Seeing through your dark words.
Accepting your stance.
Touching your mind.

Everything disintegrates.
Dust to flame.
Ashes to fire.

Crossing your lines, past you, out.
Lines you did not know you have.
I cross them.
To regret.
And smile.

My heat.
I melt you.
Manage to piss you off with existence.

When you say ask me anything.
Do you expect to be asked everything?

I don’t come for you.
I was already here.
Wondering if you’d arrive.

Is this too good?
Is this too much?

We can only guess.
Let’s have faith.
There is living beyond our life.