Fatal Beauty

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

The fire.
As beautiful as it is deadly.
It comes,
Burning,
Choking,
Sufficating
Everything it touches.
I welcome it.
Run, they tell me.
I do.
I run to it,
To the burning columns of flame,
So quickly consuming everything in its wake.
The heat.
It tickles at first,
A pleasant sensation.
Then begins the pain.
It burns,
Burns like nothing I've felt before.
But I hold on,
Waiting for death,
For an escape from the torture
That is my life.
It catches quickly,
Burning my hair, my clothes, my skin,
Everything it can.
The silence.
It is quiet now,
And I'm in a world of dark.
My eyes open.
It feels as if I've just awoken
From an eternal sleep.
The fire is gone,
I feel no more pain.
I feel nothing.
Exept confusion.
I know this place.
I realize I haven't move,
Haven't changed location at all
Since the fire.
If the pain is gone,
Why am I still here?