A/N: This poem is about a person being incinerated. Came to me while writing my other Equilibrium fic. Hope you enjoy, and remember to review! Thanks!
Summary Incineration
End of the road.
What road?
Spark.
No more ticking clock.
Breathe stops here.
Good riddance to this insensitive world.
Singe.
No ability to feel.
Pointless, is it not?
Existing is torture-
Torture is pleasure.
Ironic, is it not?
Burn.
Alone even in the masses.
Never together
Because none feel.
Peace is a farce;
Peace means happiness.
None of that here.
Peace is to enjoy sanity;
Only insanity reigns.
Sear.
War exchanged for murder;
Murdered for humanity.
Only mindless now.
Robotic words for nothingness.
Will it end?
Can it?
What will end?
This void?
This- what?
Pain.
Color is lost.
Red?
Never love, only blood.
Blue?
Never oceans, only tears.
Green?
Never grass, only jealousy.
Jealousy over those who still feel.
Black?
Never darkness before dawn, only night.
No rainbow of the mind.
Agony.
Journey has ended.
Journey to-
Death.