There was an array of flesh wounds and burning
Tar pits buried deep inside my dark lungs
Suffocating consciousness, smoke churning
Familiar surroundings spoke in tongues
Soot spitting black, I became a shadow
Another headless rabbit in the yard
Brain ravaged by rat bandits, screaming no
At the sight of myself all burned and charred
Despite being the one who lit the match
Knowing damn well that I would catch on fire
But did it in hopes that I would detach
From this body that I do not desire
But I awake the next morning skin healed
Longing again to be blistered and peeled