I always say fire
fire needs air to thrive
without it fire burns out and dies
I have many times found my oxygen thin
dizzied, drowning, my minds death began to set in
the tiniest little ember could be found
at the bottom of my soul, not yet touched by ice
fire needs oxygen to survive
that being said, I find you are my air
without my breath the flames stand still
inevitably extinguished
so please feed my flame
keep me breathing
I am too weak to ignite myself