I don't know whats worse, the heat of the looming doom.
Or the thick, blinding smoke that is filling the room.
My own air filling her lungs, I suffocate my lover.
I inhale hot smoke, as we cower in the corner.
Our tears of fear, forming a pool around us.
A false puddle of hope that will not save us.
The flames come closer and lick at my feet.
Never have I felt so paralyzed and weak.
But somehow, for her, I rise and I run.
Into the fire, that I've been hiding from.
And out the other side we go,
where the fire is under control.
The only reason she lives....my burning desire.
Now, back to me, cause I'm still on fire.
I stop, drop, and roll...but to no avail!
The only fire I feel, is that of Hell.
I only wanted to stop her death,
but as I said, I suffocate her with my breath.
J. Koblitz
