I set fires to feel joy.
Call me crazy but, I'm not the one living a life of dull grays.
The silent forest may be good enough for you
But, I need the raging flames.
A life caged in picket fences and fibreglass
Isn't that what you're looking for?
I, however, need the heat.
With your frosty hearts you ask
What if my fires devour me?
Honey, I'd rather be alight than numb.