My Inferno Should Be Yours - A Soldier's Revenge

My Inferno should be Yours

Burn
Till skin is crisp
I want you to know my soul
Under your feet
As your march

I want cacophonous wails
And speed of fright
A skull ripped from a seam
I want you to hear

Munch’s silent scream

Angry vicious
Clinical and mercenary
White heat
Stench of carcass
Charcoal footprints

Smouldering
Hissing
Wounded air
Squeezing itself
Out of life

The torture of death
That will not leave
A tattooed cremation
A graft on my eyes
To feel what you should see

The fire
Burns
The flames
Follow

There is no cold
Until you melt
I will burn
Till you have felt
That which you refuse
To feel

©SJ2010