Martyr

Burn my body to the bone,
Till teeth crack inside my skull,
Mouth agape in silent scream,
As my secret self is shown.

Loving flames lick frying skin,
With twisted orange scorching tongues.
Lips peeling back from each red kiss,
To reveal my mirthless grin.

Life is cruel, there is no doubt,
Death watches my blazing swan song.
I stand alit, a candlestick,
Then wind comes and I'm blown out.