Awake In The Flames

What is this flame,that consumes me,from inside a pulsebarely alive you see? I am the same as Iwas and still am now.But I thought emberswithin were doused. I see the faces of myinfatuations lay bare.I see their silhouettes,my heart wasn’t there. Deepening a quandryI ask myself the heat,why does it rise to myeyes and ears…