Pyre

My ongoing ramblings..

PYRE

The wretched smell of burning flesh invades my nose,
I gag and swallow, my revolt about to reach it's extent,
Smoke rises around me creating a thick fog,
and for some reason I'm impelled to look down at my arm.

Flesh is peeling away, burning and sizzling,
I scream and attempt to pull the dead flesh free,
I rip pieces from my face, neck and chest,
shedding bloody tears, as I cry out, "No, I'm not dead yet!"

Or am I? Am I merely a shell of what i once used to be?
Or the last fragment of my life, my soul, my identity?
I fall to my knees every part of me ablaze,
As flesh leaves bone, and bone turns to ash, one last tear descends--

Author's Note

My ongoing ramblings..

Reviews

[Myle Rent]

Nice... death and life is indeed quite confusing.