Do you feel the black smoke from the fire Though no flames are visible around? A voice rings out, tearing the silence asunder, Light bursts from my chest, unbound. And chasing the cool night away, A fire dances within and cracks, What’s happening to me, I cannot say— Hearing that voice, my heart ignites. My heart is burning. They climb onto the bed at night, Flocking in swarms like moths to flame. Demons of darkness torment my soul, They crave my inner light, my claim. And I’ll bring them a splendid gift, Though strange it may appear to sight: The light from my chest, painfully bright, A deadly blaze. My heart is burning. My heart is burning. Before the dawn’s red glow ascends, I’ll rip it out and cast it at your feet. Let it shatter in fiery heat, And serve you as a beacon’s beat. Black shadows will scatter and flee, Hiding in yesterday’s grudges’ dusk. The pain dissolves. My obsession free— Radiance all around. My heart is burning. My heart is burning.
