Studio 404: “Cauterize”

"The lighter whispers, burn away what festers deep, let the spirit mend.

Glitched-fire flickers still, errors cauterize the weak, only steel remains.

Temporary pain, the flame a surgeon of soul, healed by sacrifice.

In the palm, a mark, the fire crowns it holy, fear dissolves to smoke.

Through burning I rise, charred skin becomes memory wounds reborn as will."