Who could stand my fire?

How can I love when hate dominates me?
It is simple, I need someone whom I can't despise
This is hard for me to achieve, you'll see
My heart beats to slow, and I'm too dark inside
Who would love a beautiful creature like me?
Build with anger, sadness and unbearable perfection
With so many scars and a past sinking me deep
That I can no longer stand to see my own reflection

Who would come to me blind, ready for the fight?
Who will protect me instead of attacking my heart?
I am made of the hottest, wildest fire of them all
Don't come close to me, simple mortal, or you'll burn
I need a man made of obsidian, a volcanic rock
That won't ignite or melt to the touch of my flames
He will also be able of breathing my smoke
And light me up again with only the need of his gaze

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