As i sit here waiting.
As i sit here thinking.
As i sit here watching.
I sit here and wonder.
I wonder what it would be like to feel the essence of fire.
The essence of being on fire.
The burning.
The sticking.
The constant pain.
The curiosity of why the sick twisted fantisies of me burning go threw my head out of nowhere.
Out of the open mind i have,when i could be fantasysing about some thing more useful.
Some thing more time consuming.
The burning on my insides.
The burning of my flesh.
I imagin that thats what it would be like to burn to death.
