Smoke entered each lung
Through the darkish grey substance no one could see
That is Where I hung
I was happy as I dying person could be
I loved all the fiery colors piercing my skin
A small smile reached my mouth
My lifeline very thin
Life going south
I hung there thinking about my blurred past
Just smiling and hanging
All theses strange memories going by fast
I heard people sorrowfully singing
Fire someone yelled
The last word I heard before everything went black
I was dead
Nothing about me in tack
I loved that one word
Separating me from my misery
No more past or future blurred
My death wasn't a mystery
Fire...........
~Sin~
