The Crimson Icarus

Fire

I remember being on fire

About to burn

Or already dead

I am not quite sure how many times have I been there

But I remember the way it felt

The fire consuming my flesh

The smoke filling my lungs

And finally, the loss of hope

I can't even tell if I know anything but the feeling of being burned alive

But im the fire, corpse, the judge

All at once

The fire comes in, with a promise of warmness

But once your too close is everything but harmless