Feeling after Midnight

Fire

Cold, freezing, shutting down.
Waiting, wishing, dying now.
Searching for light to get through the night.
Needing a spark to keep up the fight.
I want a fire burning inside.
It's the only thing that can keep me alive.
It's somewhere I can feel it almost just the same.
It's unfair, these matches just won't start a flame.

The only fire you ever burned in me was a fire filled with rage.
Covered me in gasoline and pushed me to the edge.