Up In Flames
I watched myself go up in flames
And I didn’t do a thing
To stop my skin from blistering
With each new scorching sting.
I watched my form engulf itself
With every dancing flame
And stood there with my mouth agape
At my gruesome idle frame.
I watched myself become the blaze
For I was burning bright
With glowing embers of nothingness
That burned on through the night.
Copyright © Christopher Berry | Year Posted 2011
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