Your soul so deeply scorched
Organs basted in their own juices
Skin melted, dripping off the bone
Blood curdled in their arteries
Stringy muscles baked to perfection
Your screams echo without a voice
The stench of your torment smelled so bitter
The aura of light long faded away
You thought there was no punishment
So much darkness left in your refuge
It was your time to go
Copyright ©2003 Eric E Ellison