something fly across the sky
and kill me. kill me a million times.
light so bright, it darkens white
and burns its doom into my sight
screams pristine echo forever
the senses exist but deeply severed
smell of burning flesh and feathers
demons and humans burning together
a minute, an hour. a day, a year.
there is no frame of reference here
eternal existence with meaning clear
a fate no pain on earth could peer.