AN: This is my original work, please no plagiarism, and I am not suicidal in any way.
Death will come
The flames lick my skin
The agony tears my soul
Death is but a dream
Blissful is pain, though
I crave it.
I need it.
The torment assuages the guilt
The hurt pays for my sins
The knife rips and it tears
It's excruciating, yet I love it
I can no longer think
I can no longer breathe
Death will come -
but not before I grieve.