Burning and scorching me,
My skin is etching away,
Permanent scars and bruises will forever remain,
I try to prevent the flames,
But they continue to keep spreading,
Fire is nothing to play with,
But I’m already in it—and I can’t escape.
The fire is now spreading in a mountain over my head,
“How did I get in here?” I ask myself,
But an answer hasn’t yet come,
I may never find out,
I try to remember what I did—
Before this all took place.
But now I remember—but I can’t change the past—
The presence is here—
And I must walk through the fire.