Underground_Network
November 18th, 2010, 05:57 PM
Blowtorch funeral.
Drown in flames
As the dirge
Pervades the atmosphere.
You'd think when
Enshrouded by
Sepulchral embers
The body would warm,
But when the cold, hard notes
Seep beneath the skin,
The spine shivers
And the knees give in.
The casket blooms
In fluorescent red, orange, and white,
Emergent flames consuming
The haze, the fetor of death,
Surrounding the skyline.
Blowtorch funeral.
No happy ending.
The body to ashes.
Cremated creation,
Systematic devastation.
Fire consumes
The first
And last destination.
Drown in flames
As the dirge
Pervades the atmosphere.
You'd think when
Enshrouded by
Sepulchral embers
The body would warm,
But when the cold, hard notes
Seep beneath the skin,
The spine shivers
And the knees give in.
The casket blooms
In fluorescent red, orange, and white,
Emergent flames consuming
The haze, the fetor of death,
Surrounding the skyline.
Blowtorch funeral.
No happy ending.
The body to ashes.
Cremated creation,
Systematic devastation.
Fire consumes
The first
And last destination.