In a flurry of flames I want to be consumed
In the burning warmth I want to melt
In the ever constant heat I want to lay
I want to feel the heat creeping upon my skin
I want to taste the warmth on my lips
I want it to creep up my spine, make me tingle
I want it to take every other feeling away
But what I want seems of little importance

I lay shuddering in an open field
The cold bitterness creeping up on me instead
My blood turning cold
My skin ice
I tremble turn and twist
I can see the flames on the other side, mocking me