Before its too late

The fire is hot and fierce.
I am backed up against the wall.
All this heat is overwhelming.
"Come and love me!" I call.
The flames flick at my face,
But it misses and catches my hair.
I am then engulfed in the blaze.
No one is there to care.

The water is rising.
The tides coming in near.
"Come and love me!" I call.
I am tightly bound under the pier.
All my muscles go firm.
The water washes over my head.
I can’t breath so I suck in.
No one can see me because I am dead.

Now tangled in a sticky web,
I struggle but no one arrives.
"Come and love me!" I call.
I am afraid I may not survive.
The eight-legged creature,
Bites down deep in my flesh.
No one can hear me scream.
Sadly it soon results in my death.

I walk on the thin ice lake.
Under my weight it shatters.
"Come and love me!" I call.
My chin goes wild and chatters.
The snowflakes float over-head.
My heart beats from fast to slow.
No one is there to pull me out.
Frozen stiff with never ending water below.

I jump out of the plane.
Nothing but the sky and me.
"Come and love me!" I call.
I feel so wild and free.
Then my para-shoot jams.
Falling faster and the ground getting closer.
No one is there to help.
This is my final encounter.

I am a fragile rose with no water.
Soon my pedals will fall.
Will you be there to catch me?
"Come and love me!" I call.
No one is there to hear me.
No one is there to care.
You will catch me as a friend,
But nothing more is to bear.