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.