it dug deep with wounds open

the smoke enlarged and the door kept closing

and i was trapped in that room

me and a blaze in bloom

under the glaze of smoke

suffocating and in his blood i was soaked

my lungs gently tightened

the fire quickly hightened

and i soon became we

if only i could see

but the grey went on for days

and for miles stood the haze

but the feeling, the feeling was strange

pleasure and pain

a mosaic of two

and oddly burnt off of you

then i saw it

that light of the culprit

love the inevitable match

only if the friction lacked

i'd be free

instead of in the 3rd degree.