Something is stirring up deep inside,
An intense feeling keeps rising,
Tiding higher and higher,
Crushing like the ocean waves.
Churning fast and wild.
Then I am drifting,
Floating in the wind,
Like leaves in Autumn.
There is a fire starting deep within,
Spreading with the rush of prairie fire,
A flame dances impeccably in the wind,
Rousing my curiosity,
Awakening me inside,
Drawing me in.
Soon, I am dancing with it,
Standing precariously close,
Hoping against all hope,
That it won’t scorch and scathe,
That it will only make me melt like ice,
And make my blood boil like a hot spring.
Find what you love and let it kill you. Let it drain from you your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness. Let it kill you, and let it devour your remains. For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastky, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover.
But should I burn,
I shall burn smiling.