Burn
Completed: 23.07.2006 @ 19 18


The press of something blunt

cutting into my skin,

burning away.

Severing tendon and sinew,

flesh and bone.

Until i'm left undone;

broken pieces everywhere and

nowhere.

Coppery taste of drying blood.

Pungent yet not drawing notice.

Pathetic.

Existence ignored,

be it when alive, dead or

in-between.

And i give myself to the devil,

locking my consciousness

in the deepest depth of my mind

as the tongues of hell flames consume me

slowly.

Burn. Burnt away.

A dull ache

before everything faded

into bleak swirls of black,

vermillion and sinful red.


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