Painfully Free

i walk slowly to my death, among fields of flowers bloom. i can feel the petals rip my skin apart, as i brush slightly past. the wind slaps my face as i move, each step a painful reminder that life is fleeting rays from the sun burn holes in my mind, just a sign of the carnage yet to come. the sun's flower burns my fingers as i graze along the center, testing myself dark welts rise up and form painfully where i grasp, holding tight i continue forward. it seems so foolish now, as i stand surrounded by my death the thought of leaving this world for another yet as i gasp for breath i am reminded that it is too late theres certain death where i stand, and peace is too far away i lay down and bring the petals blooms close to my body its time to embrace the pain meant for me alone and leave this world finally free