burning feeling, burning yearning...

I yearn not to feel this what burns inside me like a bad flame.... it burns and it burns me... in such a way that I know it cannot be will-o-the-wisp...
Or maybe I wish it's burn as strong that it would make me speak... and say what I know, and what I dread...
Could that person be so perverse? So evil to act as a friend whan actually a foe? Will I ever have the strength to know the difference? Dreading a dear friend a foe?

Side by side, in the darkness... will-o-the-wisp or true light? How long will it take to know the difference??