• Burning.
    My body is burning. Ashes, ashes falling downward. Helpless cries of victims all swarming my mind. Picking at my sympathy, making sure I suffered their hatred for my killings.
    My hands are hurting. My throat is bruised. Red and yellow make my face hot and wet. Tiny tears were dried up upon my face. No tears to show my sadness. No one around to save me.
    My memories are fried. I now learn how my victims felt.. Please. Please save me.
    I want out of this fiery hell. My soul is going to the devil. His dirty mind knows what shall happen to my soul.. Hurry, hurry.. Im slipping away... I can no longer feel my body. Its numb.. I can no longer feel the warmth. All I feel is the severe coldness.. My air is gone. My eyes, that were once swallowed by red and yellow are now closed. The heavy cackle of the devil at his works. My soul is forced into the depths. I want out.. Why didn't no one save me? Is anyone out there? Screaming once again. My throat no longer pains me. No one hears my last cries of solitude?
    Hands upon hands grabbed me.. Im falling into a oblivion. Satan laughs at my cries. Laughs at my stupidity. I can no longer scream.. The devil slipped my voice away.. I am forever silent..

    Cloaked in the final stage of hell..

    Burning.. Burning.. away my life.