Ablazed Soul Or Death By Burning Poem by Danny Cleaveland

All around is blazing fire,
My need to get out is dire.
The curtains are licked by raw flames,
But I know its only me to blame.
The burnt air gives out sickly smoke,
My hand reaches out for anything to grope.
I stagger around aimlessly,
I cry around hopelessly.
The pillars around me crumble down,
The horrific fire catches my gown.
It climbs onto me rapidly,
I see my future limpidly.
Gone in flames is my dress,
The only thing clinging to me is flesh.
The heat on my body is immensely multiplied,
With it, My terrible screams are amplified.
The agony drives me insane,
The intense heat boils my brain.
The flames-yellow, orange or red,
drives hallucinations into my head.
I hang down my eyes to my foot,
It is darker than the blackest shoot.
I can't stand, I fall on my knees,
My smooth skin is folded in crease.
My body is engulfed quite fast,
I go limp at long last.
All around, the only thing dead is me,
But I am glad, all my pains are free.
Angels Descend from glorious heaven,
From the body my soul is taken.
I ascend over countless step,
Fate cannot really help.
I wonder If inspite of all my malice,
I am being taken to god's paradise.