Show me your box of brimstone keepsakes,
Shower me with sulphur and soot.
Throw me between your fireplace’s gates,
Bar them and keep them shut.
I’ve been dreaming of acidic gasses,
After nightmares of freezing to death.
So please suffocate me in your ashes,
And blow on my smouldering 'till you run out of breath.
The sounds from the street are chilling me,
All I want is to blister and swell.
I’ll chase your warmth wherever flight takes you,
If it takes me to the bottom of Hell.