Analysis of Ill

Is this hell? Otherwordly?
I came from another walk
of life, crashed into yours
To light fire to your normalcies;
I shred you into kindling and
burned you just the same.

And yet you clung to me with blistering hands.
You grazed red fingers over my flames with
Grace, caution,
care,
As if you were stroking your ill lover's forehead, humming
"darling, you're burning up."