Ok, I think that helps me out a bit.
Let's see if I can use it effectively.
I bring out the fire.
I carry it, carry love, carry passion.
As the fire licks the torch,
I see it reflected in my eyes.
But my eyes decieve.
Instead, I see a twisted, decrepit, lonely version
of my soul in the fire.
I go right ahead and put out the flames;
Dying and crumbling to dust.
My heart is charred.
My soul is burned with hatred.
But I am still alive.
Red flames quench my hungry thirst.
I am the arsonist.
I set aflame your life.
And I like it.
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