My skin is being peeled off,
By the influence of my inner blaze
Burning up to ashes,
I stood with a naked soul.
The bitterness of that fire,
I felt; has left myself out!
In that empty corner,
With nothing to hang up,
To cling to or trust upon,
Was my soul reaper!
By him I was invited,
To the scorching candlelight.
I was dumb when I felt it-
Yes, his climbing fingers were discovering my flesh.
I yelled in dismay,
But, voice struck the throat,
Hoping for a flyover,
Into the darkness of grief!
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