Gone Soon.

Metaphors falling less

to describe the pain,distress

Each second, an assault

bringing eupnea to halt

Pain permeating with air

i inhale,unrelenting despair

Severity is such,intense

blood clogged,senses fenced

Organs failing,choices marred

burning flames,life charred

Palpitations at speed unknown

to pieces, heart will be blown

And it seems,never-ending

time ticking,and its ascending

Lost hope,and myself too

i'd be gone soon,minutes few.

Soul Burns.

Let it burn tonight

no constraint,no fight

The soul has to go

in flames,wounds glow

Torment validated

an oneiric land,abetted

To wish and wish more

only to go bloody sore

The fire will be just

burning, soul under crust

With no remains,no trace

and no dreams to chase

The bloody game will stop

no lesions,heartbeats drop

Its in flames tonight

the soul,and it dies