Ash falls, <br />like snow around me, <br />today, this blood Lives, <br />It breaths, <br />it feels me. <br /> <br />Held close, <br />no one knows, <br />of the living dead, <br />As they assume, <br />they throw me into the inferno, <br />flesh burns, <br />as it runs away from my bones. <br /> <br />Fire melts the Ice, <br />And everything else, <br />I wasn't dead, <br />but how I wish.... <br /> <br />one final glimpse in the inferno, <br />my blood boils over, <br />spilling through scars, <br />heated within, <br />I'm singed, <br />this pain, <br />hurts, <br />but I wish they'd do it again. <br /> <br />Ash rises, <br />coals glow, <br />crimson falls, <br />my open wrists, lets blood go, <br />nothing returns, <br />because its gone, <br />evaporated... <br />dried... <br />within the burning coals, <br /> <br />“Burning alive, <br />it feels like death, <br />and smells of sorrow, <br />it tastes of bitter regret, <br />and leaves no room for tomarrow'<br /><br />Crimson Love<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/burned-alive-2/
