I had a dream last night that I felt myself slipping.
Right on the border of light and dark.
I wanted to be evil.
The feeling of bad felt so good.
I wanted to not care.
I wanted to be a plague to the world.
I wanted to burn it all down.

But then I saw him.
A little one alone and hurt on the ground.
I lost my fire and ran to him.
But then I realized it was you.
All I wanted to do was help you.
But you turned me away.
And the fire came back.

It's the same in reality.
When I see you
I run to you.
Needing to be beside you.
When you turn me away,
the fire grows.
Slowly, like a dim ember glowing red inside.
Soon the ember will turn to fire.
Blazing, scorching, deadly fire.
You need to take me seriously.
Because you're not ready for me to lose myself.