The flames of passion,
Embers follow wherever you go.
The smell of smoke fills my soul, with it I can finally breathe.
The light that emanates, pulsates at the rhythm of my heart
My skin… oh my skin why do you itch?
Why must I feel, like I’ve been swallowed by a horde of ants?
A fish thats found its way out of water,
A man dying of hunger,
We are one in the same.
Are you willing to touch the heat and risk being burned?
The obviousness of my answer mirrors the clarity of my soul.
Why must I fear the heat of the flames,
When I'm already freezing to death?