the burning sensation is somehow pleasant,
the warmth leaves tingles on my soft skin,
i sometimes feel the omnipresence,
the crackling tells me i have sinned,
fire, fire, burns the truth,
in it's simplest form, it wrecks my youth,
one touch with my delicate hand,
marking their flames with a command,
scorched and scarred
damaged and harmed
the fire has me alarmed
escape it how? i am unarmed
escape it now? but i have burned