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.