The Fifth Degree Poem by soren Barrett

Skin red, burning to touch, peeling and such, pain of the first degree
Darker red skin, stinging wet blisterin, pain of the second degree
All layers affected, charred leathery textured, firey pain of the third degree
Gone into shock, no pain, unable to talk, deep tissue damage of the forth degree
This time the hole, burned clear through the soul, with guilt, remorse and misery
Forever you'll feel, a pain that won't heal, one of growing intensity
It's only in hell, that you will be able to tell, of pain of the fifth degree