Burned Alive Poem by Crimson Love

Ash falls,
like snow around me,
today, this blood Lives,
It breaths,
it feels me.

Held close,
no one knows,
of the living dead,
As they assume,
they throw me into the inferno,
flesh burns,
as it runs away from my bones.

Fire melts the Ice,
And everything else,
I wasn't dead,
but how I wish....

one final glimpse in the inferno,
my blood boils over,
spilling through scars,
heated within,
I'm singed,
this pain,
hurts,
but I wish they'd do it again.

Ash rises,
coals glow,
crimson falls,
my open wrists, lets blood go,
nothing returns,
because its gone,
evaporated...
dried...
within the burning coals,

“Burning alive,
it feels like death,
and smells of sorrow,
it tastes of bitter regret,
and leaves no room for tomarrow'