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And warmer than the sun;
Flames lick each inch of my skin,
The pain slicing deeper than the wound of a gun.
The fire almost envelopes me completely,
And the smoke, my lungs are filled with;
Internal burning now accompanies my blisters,
While I try to avoid this raging wishful myth.
These unfortunate events remain,
And, though I have been working every muscle to escape,
I can take very little more,
And fall to an exhausted shape,
Now curled, striving to die on the floor.
I plead my soul to escort my body from the position,
Though I stubbornly stay;
I wish my skin would merely numb,
Though its pain is far from gay.
Suddenly, I feel the sweet coolness of fresh air,
And light breaks threw my foggy view;
There you are, my dear boy,
The chilling peace you bring my soul should make news.
My heart rushes as you stalk toward me;
My love for you blooming from so many virtues;
I try to wrap my mind around
Why you are so willing to absorb my rues.
I gaze upon my perfect suitor,
As you lift me from our fiery surroundings,
Why, when you may engage yourself
In an abundance of additional outings.
At this point, you are the relief of my treacherous world,
And I thank anything holy that you happen to find me,
Burning up in the building which you aid me in evading,
Pleading to anything holy that you never decide to flee…