If desires are a flame, then I am a wildfire.

Free will rises in my soul like the flames of hell.

It burns, I burn, full of passion and longing

For that feeling of relief.

Water attempts to cleanse my desires.

It floods my forest and quells my fire.

It thinks it can hinder my desires.

When in truth, if real, a fire can turn water to mist.

The water stands powerless, as I give in.

The needs of my human flesh causing chaos.

As blood gets stained and words get spread.

Humans are trained to see the worst.

Water, if uncontrolled, can quell desire.

It flows and crashes without a hindrance.

All the elements yield to water, for it is wild.

The winds plead for a taste of its fury.

If desires are a flame, then I am a wildfire.

Water, if uncontrolled, can quell desire.

The only thing stronger then water is flame.

Water turns to mist, fueling my fire.