Burnt Offerings Poem by soren Barrett

I haven't been feeling well, since I set myself on fire
It's not only the pain, but the smell, that has left me without desire
Scarification, self mutilation,
Carving on one's limbs, starving until consciousness dims
I thought I might try, so as to understand why
But if one is going to do it, don't eschew it
Don't play, go all the way
Cremation, self immolation
Hell, the smell, of alcohol gel
Chard flesh, leaves you feeling alive and fresh
A disfiguring scar, will draw looks from afar
But after one try, skin starts to melt, bubble and fry
Open wounds sting, cloths to raw flesh cling
So I find that I am too old, to be among
Those that are so bold, leave it for the young