1 January 2003, by isa
BUFFY I touch the fire and it freezes me I look into it and it’s black Why can’t I feel? ...
BUFFY I touch the fire and it freezes me I look into it and it’s black Why can’t I feel? My skin should crack and peel I want the fire back Now, through the smoke she calls to me To make my way across the flame To save the day or maybe melt away I guess it’s all the same So, I will walk through the fire Cause where else will I turn? I will walk through the fire And let it
SPIKE The torch I bear is (...)