I'm in love with warth,
but my heart is still frozen.
I want to touch a fire,
I want to feel the flames,
even if I'd melt and disappear.
I've sold my everything,
so I could feel heat.
I still breathe ice and cry out snow.
I need to burn,
I need to wilt,
I need to rot,
I need to rust,
I need to die once so I could born again.
The ice inside me have froze my eyes close
and all I see is darkness.
But I can see the fire burning bright as sun
right through my eyelids.
I want to feel it,
I want to touch it,
I want to be a live.
I want to melt into it,
I want to become a part of it,
I want a heart.
Even if it means to decay in the light.
Even if it means to burn my eyes.
Even if it means blindness.
Even if I fade away.
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