The fire has found its desire,
As it licks you up and plays.
Teasing,
Taunting.
The yellow licks your self-hatred,
The orange at your heart,
And the red at your soul.
Watch the skin disintegrate,
Eroding away at you.
But isn't this is what you wanted;
To die?
And you can't call bluff anymore,
Or blame your insanity,
Because now its all you have,
And it will die with you,
In dust and ashes...
