TORTURED AND TWISTED

YOU FLAME IS SO HOT
IT BURNS MY TOUCH OUCH!
WHY DO YOU BURN ME
THE HEAT IS INTENSE AS A VOLCANO ERUPTING
DISTROYING ALL IN IT'S PATH
THE PAIN IS AWEFUL
MY BLOOD DRIPS FROM IT'S WOUNDS
TORTURED AND TWISTED FROM
THE FLOW OF THE HOT LAVA
THE FIRE IS SO INTENSE I MUST LEAVE
FOR IF I STAY I WILL BURN TO A CRISP
AND THERE WILL FLOW NO MORE POETRY FROM MY LIPS