Who am I?
Who are you?
There's smoke and I can't see you..
Who am I? ..and what does it want from me?
A call from the deep,
And it's inside me.
My words are sparks and my hands are hot
Soon ill be a walking blaze
This fire is like a soothing grace
Lava leaking from my being as I don't fight for I know it's better to be with what is consuming me.