He's fire- With flames ever soaring, My heart they're engulfing- Destroy everything around. He burns me away And I love the pain. I scream and the fire swallows it down. He devours me whole And scorches my soul. God it hurts- But I want more.
You're the rain. I ride out your storms Because inside I'm torn On whether or not I should stay. When it burns and I'm all dried out and alone You send me a shower of love and of home. Sometimes you trickle down softly, So comforting, But sometimes you leave me with a drought and I'm prone to fire. When you're gone too long I build my funeral pyre.
I love the rain but I'm enchanted by flames. One soothes and washes away the pain, The other will **** me- I'm sure of this. But the burning is such awful bliss.
Turn me to ash and I'll smile as I fade away into nothing, Yet I complain to you that I'm drowning. This is what I wanted. To be quenched. But I'm a pyro and I'm making a habit of it.
God bring me a storm and I'll dance in it. Love, rain once again and I'll get my hair wet. Because I don't need fire, it's dangerous. But I love the rain for all its nourishment.
Extended metaphor about two men- one like fire and one like rain.