Suicide Sky (SS 1)

fire

You are fire.

You burn everything around you, demolishing without design.

Your effect spreads rapidly, unabated. You rage on in the night, illuminating the forest. Trees are engulfed in your wrath, the air thickening with your smoke.

You cause a lasting ripple effect.

I'm caught in the crossfire, wishing that you would ceasefire.

I am shackled to you, there is no escaping your flames licking my naked skin, your light blinding my eyes and your ashes coating my lungs.

You're killing me. But I'd rather die by your hand than mine.

I entered your realm with the hope that I could extinguish your pain, seal the open wounds.

Yet, fittingly, all I've gotten is burnt.

If my second-degree burn scars are what it takes to aid your restoration then so be it.

I'd rather be overcome by your fire than be underwhelmed by your neglect.

Burn me. Deface me. Impair me. Brand me with the signs of having loved.

Tell me every brutality you have suffered and I will endure them with you.

My life never meant much to me, I hope it means something to you.