I like playing with fire.
It feeds my desires.
I am more alive,
when I am close
to madness.

I like playing with fire,
Sometime I even tease the flames.
The shadows dance around me,
they like whispering my name.

Oh how I love playing with the fire that awakens my desires of mystical madness of insane love making to my brain.
Its a naked desire to dance with the fire that licks my cheek of a crazy kiss of complete ecstasy.

I love playing with fire,
And the shadows like to play,
I talk to the moon late at night, when fire flies light up every thing in sight.
I never want to miss our late night conversation about the troubles.

Silence is all I am desperate for,
But silance is so hard to come by.
Its selfish with its time.
Its a drug I got to have.
So I will stand in the rain, when the fire gets to hot to angry to play.