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Burning through the pages

Burning through the wreckage

I try to find myself

In all of the decay

Am I standing on top of the pyre

Or hidden under the ashes of the fire

The first that blew for ages

Burning to the core

Burning a hole right through my soul

Is this who I really am

A hollow being in this thing called life

What is this all about

I am about to shout

Burn the fire right through me

Burn the fire way down deep

Burn them until the memories,

through my flesh seep

I am burning

Burning

I am burning wreckage