Blackened Fingers

The scent of burning flesh

Fills the air

My fingers blackening

Before my eyes

Black flesh peels back

Exposing the whiteness of bone

Revel in the pain

Pull off the dead

I feel the pain

But tears don’t come

Seize the metal

Sear the prints away

Pain makes me forget

Forget what happened

Who I was

What I did

Pain makes me remember

Who I am

What I am

That I’m alive

The scars on my wrists

Stand out, blood pulsing

Begging to be tasted

Just once more

Blackened fingers

Burning blood

Stop my heart

Forget my future

Hair falls by the inch

Masses of bloody memories

Swept away and thrown

Carelessly into a trashcan

With all the grim of the day

Coffee grinds, banana peels

The stubs of burnt out candles

The memories of other people

Trying to write

Fingers blackened and bandaged

The pen slipping from my fingers

Lying broken on the floor

The candle burns down

Wavers, goes out

The life of a candle

How fickle

Yet a candle can destroy lives

Burn more than fingers

Fire has its own cruel plan

To choke out humanity

Finally I scream

As flames consume my flesh

Sweet agony

Sweeter release