Your End Is My Fuel

Between you and me is a tether.
I resemble a raging fire.
You emulate a feather.
As long as I burn constant,
You stay above the weather.

You'll land where I remain.
That is, if I go out.
Will you finally feel my pain?
You cannot fly away,
Not when I die by rain.

Drip, drip, drip.
You are no longer your best.
You may just be my fuel,
If I'm not fully put to rest.
The tether will soon break,
So fall where my ashes nest.