I wondered what it felt like
The hot rock on my skin
But only too soon, i would find, my skin was paper thin.
Reaching slowly, i thought to myself,
"This is a good idea."
But when the lava came towards me,
Intentions became less clear.
I don't know what it felt like,
As i stuck my hand deep within,
See my scar-tissue protected me,
Me and my paper skin.
