Wake

lungs begin to burn,

asleep through my own eulogy.

Soothing stink of death - Insidious demon

Oh holy day - your time has come and passed,

Relief comes at last - voiceless and wasted.

Tainted life - words are hollow,

jaded screams of the wounded,

A welcoming - if only they were angels.

Drunk with gasoline - Watch me burn,

Only pain.

An offering - no cry for comfort,

gorged with envy - the blood of the dead in my wake.

Smell of melting flesh - life dissolved into smoke,

Altars stained with dogs.

House of the deceased - or the dead harks back.... 

The corpse lacks respect,

no reverence, lacking virtue - I am sleepless.

death: Flesh of my flesh, corpse for corpse,

in a grave before death - curses thrown at you.