• i have perished
    burnt in the fires of hell
    my soul with no escape
    the hot flames
    my soul a blaze

    my body
    cold and stiff
    almost weightless without my soul
    cremated i am

    my ashes
    warm
    released into the air
    burnt smell
    to be swept by the nearest breeze

    that breeze only comes once
    for miles away
    the breeze stops

    my ashes
    dropped
    back on the ground
    alone
    in the dirt
    people passing by
    step on me for i am no longer anything

    my soul still in hell
    woundering about
    aim lessly
    wondering why i am here
    knowing the exact reason i am here

    on earth my ashes
    spilled in so many places
    now are cold once again

    are we not drawn into this world
    only to be washed away
    to be gone one day

    to have your body fall to the ground
    with the rest
    and so you sleep tight forever

    and people say rest in peace
    but how may i do that in hell
    knowing i am there for so many reasons