Most people fear the wild flame.
I long for the flame to lick my skin.
To warm my ever cold heart
and to give back the passion I once owned.
I long for the smoke to suffocate my misery
I long for the smoke to fill my lungs
For it is thicker and sweeter than what air ever could be to me.
I long for the smoke to intoxicate my mind.
For the crackle of the flame to whisper sweetness to me.
As the flame takes over my heart.
I long for the burning lick of the flame.
To give back feeling.
To give back life.
In this hallow state,
To feel the bliss of the fervently flame.
To feel the pulsing of my heart once more.
I am alive.
Once more in this hallow state
I crave for the wild flame to lick my heart and burn my soul
to give me life and passion once more
Make my heart pulse again.