Iron Love III - The Furnace

There is a roaring flame inside me that I try to keep in a cage.

 It has the appetite of 10 0000— and will consume everything in its blaze. 

Nothing in its radius and range seems to satisfy it,

so I feed the beast of my own flesh. 

I am not resistant to its burn, 

but I do not turn to dust in its blaze. 

And sometimes I feel I am that fire 

From  the memory left in the coal that remains.

Still, there are times I cannot feed it. 

I try to stifle it  

I offer my tears to its blaze 

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Smokescreens 

No Souls left to save 

Regardless of what I think,

to them,

I am the blaze.