Dissipative

Come closer, don't be so afraid to shed what you fear. Embrace the darkness with the light, and bask in the glow of the flame. We're all on the silk road to ruin. The impending doom is nailed, dead, and risen. Lend me your hand and we'll conquer it all. Or lend me your soul, and your heart I'll enthrall. Saved or condemned; to me they're the same. Hope is easily diminished in the sight of such shame. Fire slithers from my mouth in the form of prose. I can beguile your senses with the secrets I'll disclose. Captivate, dissociate.