• I walk in the depths
    of a crematory's hearth,
    fires banked out.
    Knee-deep in ashes,
    only the smell of burning flesh guides me.
    I am blind to this world,
    searching from my human body,
    no more than sooty remains,
    amongst a sea of such things,
    my disebomdied soul eternally lost.
    And in this shadowy embrace,
    light pours in from the darkness,
    embracing me.
    And I am pulled from that sea of ashes,
    tears of joy turning it
    into mud of corpses,
    and feeling that of envy from fellow dead like me,
    still trapped within the crushing morbidity,
    of that evil crematory.