Friday, 30 October 2015

My Friend's On Fire

The sturdy structure
Of the wooden container
Carries inside of it
A lifelong complainer
Who today will rest
As we set him on fire

The vessel of death
Glows in the flare
Screams of suffocation
Underneath all the wood
Lies a strangely brave friend

Who used to lie in his bunk
Of the world he would weep
To slaughter the sorrow
From his heart that it creeps
                                                                 
Who today a lone passenger
Boards the journey he seeks
Before the heat and the sea
Brawl at each other
In fire, the flame
Signifies he is free

I bet if he was standing here
To see what I see
He would say that he’s glad
To see himself dead
But I thinkn’t the same
It should have been us instead