I will turn you down, yes. I will. //caption// I will turn you down, yes. I will turn you down if you want to colour the edges of this page, that I read my sermons out from, with the colour of your blood. I will turn you down, if you want your breath to extinguish the fire catching on to and spreading from the edge of this page, that has been etched with words, commas and full stops, all in my name. I will turn you down if you want to be the moth that wants to hide behind the flames and be a tiny element in the mass destruction. I will turn you down, yes. I will turn you down. Do not try extending this smile you see and do not mistake the pale moonlight to be of any less scorching than the sun. Do not kiss my scars and hold me tight and do not walk away with that vulnerable yet firm piece of my heart.