Burning Flesh

what do you need in return

for watching me, watching me burn?

i light a match

press it to my skin

hancuffed down to my bed

is suicide a sin?

i wont let you break in

it all fell off, the skin i mean

falling onto the floor

leaving behind nothing it seems

as your banging on my door

depression usually wears off

the smoke from my burning clothes

is beggining to make me cough

you only wish you had a hose

but im burning myself to death

in all these brilliant flames

sensations of heat fill my ears

as i cry a million tears

all you can smell

from behind the locked door

is my burning flesh

it smells sweet and fresh...

Reviews

[Destiny]

I'm not typically a fan of suicide poetry, but this presented itself in a different way to me. I saw the flame as a destructive behavior. The person at the door is trying to help the person inside, but is met with great opposition. The person inside is not strong enough to stop this destructive behavior by themselves so they intensify the problem and push people away in an attempt to indirectly ask for help. Also I see it as the person inside seeing if anyone would take in initiative to break down the door to help. To test the love and loyalty of a loved one. Like I said I don't like suicide poetry, but I felt this could be read deeper than that. Thanx for writing.
♥Destiny♥

[Vanmoriel]

I don't like this one...just don't.