Heat, smoke and flame rise around me,
They twist, they taunt, they won’t let me be,
Fire bypasses rational thought,
And conscious leaves as the fires fought,
Flames doesn’t converse with the brain,
It burns the skin and leaves a stain.
When you’re burning bright and struggling with the heat,
Your rational side gives up and takes a seat,
What replaces it is a scary new thing,
It has no feeling and disaster it will bring.
The inner me is breaking free quicker,
And leaving me feeling weaker and sicker.
I feel the fever when it’s getting stronger,
The heat burns and it’s lasting longer.
I know I should be worried or feel concern,
But I don’t, and even witches burn.