Tell me, why am I being so fascinated by a fire?
All I see is grace dancing calmly with the wind
As if it’s trying to melt me down to my deepest desire
I never think of the pain if ever I get burned
So bright it calls me to play
Not realizing to self-destruction I turned
Its purity I adore despite its rage
Casualties turned to ashes
Its beauty I can’t gauge
Consume me, oh fire, till I be gone
I will be the fuel
Until thy will be done
Thy tongue I claim to be mine
Burn me to my soul
Though your warmth will still be thine
Consume me as a whole
Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 11:45 AM UTC
Tell me, why am I being so fascinated by a fire?
All I see is grace dancing calmly with the wind
As if it’s trying to melt me down to my deepest desire
I never think of the pain if ever I get burned
So bright it calls me to play
Not realizing to self-destruction I turned
Its purity I adore despite its rage
Casualties turned to ashes
Its beauty I can’t gauge
Consume me, oh fire, till I be gone
I will be the fuel
Until thy will be done
Thy tongue I claim to be mine
Burn me to my soul
Though your warmth will still be thine
Consume me as a whole
I'm slowly falling for her, slowly being consumed.
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