A sick curiosity
The water's turning red
Maybe this blood is
Able of flame
This fascination
Is one of concern
I'm enjoying this too much
A happy burning game
Like the witches
My veins scorch with the glow
My body flows
With the pyro's liquid
Heart burn has a new definition
As my center is engulfed
My eyes see only light
Torching my will to live
My skin is peeling
My body controlled
By the fire that I set
Upon me
Everything turns red
My smile has not burned away
Though I am composed of flame
I am happy.