Fire Flower

I stand here, waiting for help.
My tears slide down my cheeks,
and stain my heart.

I light the match,
and watch the fire consume the flower.
It breathed and lived, and died.
The orange flames licked at the petals,
and consumed a life.
If something so simple as fire could eliminate a being,
why am I here?
There is a fire in my soul,
consuming my heart,
and raging in my mind.
he light brightens my existance.
But only for a moment.
Then the blackness that comes after a fire,
Regains control of my heart, mind, and body.
I light another match, and watch the scene again.