Fire.
Warning...warning...
Fire.
An alarm.
Fire.

Instinct and will, two separate things
Fight or flight
Or precise choice.
This room crumbles around me
The fire licks my skin,
I grow red to its touch,
It's calling brings me chills.
Should I attack?
Should I run?
Should I put it out?
Should I resist?

I sit still.

Instinct and will, two separate forces
Both battling, both toiling
For control, for power
Over something that wanders,
Something that wanes
To every new opportunity
And every bright gleaming moment.
Fire.

Fire,
I'm melted to the bed.
Fire,
Her voice rings in my head.
Fire,
I recall all that she's said...
Fire...
Simply, I don't act.
Fire!
If I could just fight, and pin you to the wall
We'll set raging fire against dying embers
By racing hearts and unyielding grip.
If I could just FIGHT, and look you in the eye...
...my flesh wouldn't be burnt
From indecision
And lack of will.

Instinct and common sense,
I've replaced you with thought.
I long to have you back...
I wish you were here...
Until then,
Be certain
That I will not stay where fire lurks.