Memory Convulsion.

The need for combustion and confusion,
Exhilarated my wounds,
Exiled my beliefs,
Captivated my soul.
A constant leave for death with gratifying returns.
As with a heaven sent, hellbent referral,
Sacred and conscience turned instantly feral.
Blazing on the inside,
From scorched blues and flashing nights.
All daring the smoke to rise,
Up from the guts and into my mind,
Until dangerously unfortified.
The pleasure stained in such distinction.
Desire, to the point of moral extinction.
Now remnant in etches of immortalization.
Don't dare you imply a stretch of imagination.

Author's Note

Criticism should always be constructive. ;-)