A Walk with the Wicked - The Smouldering Remains

The funeral pyre is ready
Gasoline overflows
Methodically planned
From spark to finish

Matches at the ready
It takes a single strike
The flames engulf my body
Sending screams into the night

I see my blistered skin
The fire licks my soul
I cannot take a breath
The heat consumes all hope
The scent of burning hair
Is laced with stink of flesh
Screaming in agony
Or is this final bliss

Nothing will be left
Burned into a crisp
It all goes up in smoke
This useless life I’ve lived

My senses turning numb
It doesn’t hurt at all
I see my skin peel off
Ash drifting to the floor
Fire in my heart
It coarses through my veins
My boiling eyes don’t see
The smouldering remains

The flames grow ever higher
As I reach euphoria
Invincible, untouchable
Icon of burning death

A final blaze of glory
Is all that I wished for
The fire consumes everything
My body, soul no more

Incinerate! Exsanguinate!
My wretched body spurned
I am the white light at the end
And it fucking burns!