Flint and stone against one another strike,
And the sparks begin to fly
Through the air like shooting stars
Across the blackened sky--
Flickering to nothing as quickly as they came to life.
A second collision
Brings the cold kindling aflame,
And your hypothermic heart
Begins to warm again,
Awakened by the growing fire.
Slowly you emerge from the scorched encasing
Of what used to be your cell,
In which you held your thoughts most dear
And the emotions you, for so long, kept hidden
Finally come to light.
Yes darling, I know you need help,
For you need to heal from the emotional scars
Reopened in the heat of the blaze,
Received so long ago
From those I do not know.
Come now, dance with me.
Let the melody of the falling rain
Soothe and cool your aching burns.
Let my gentle hands
Caress and heal the jagged scars along your heart.
But your mind is a fog of phobias,
Ever shifting; creating new horrors
That you quickly shy away from,
And no matter how much I fight it
I can't seem to stop it's malignant spread.
Memories of times long past
Bring you down once again,
Halting the restoration in its tracks--
A train with its emergency brakes
Triggered by a fault.
Ashes to ashes; dust to dust.
Black fire and suffocating panic
Engulf the warm yellow candle flame
That brought you back to life,
Incinerating your renewed heart to cinders on the wind.
You tell me you don't care,
That what happens next is my decision to make;
The bond we have made, I can break
Or your freedom I can take
And to your heart stake a claim.
Every word a lie--a fib of the highest caliber,
And at the same time a test
To see which I will choose.
And through everything,
Forever fearing the fickle flame.
