please explain the logic of pain feeling right . like gasoline rainbows . set ablaze in the air to be consumed by my sponge like organs . small particles like puzzle pieces staining my body to feel like just another silver line . gasoline rainbows . your beauty is pain, but I don’t want to look away . this bedlam in my heart is making thinking straight a hard task . the stentorian blasts of your words are still echoing in my ears . gasoline rainbows . fatal attraction renewed .