2017
The joy of fire
sconn
Burn me. Burn me in the fire. Flames licking at me, at this burning pyre. crackling wood. Sparks popping on my skin. The pleasure uncompareble. Im burning again. That is the melody i have singed while i stood in the fireplace. My skin started to burn, I could smell burning meat. My eyes were stinged by the smoke. My hair dissaperred instantly. I have decided to rid myself of my mistakes and body. I wanted the body that imprisonet me to burn. And so it did. When bubles began to form under my skin i yelled: I sacrifice myself to Iblees, I rid myself of my mortal mistakes. Then at that moment i heard laughter and joy. I heard children playing. Then my whole life flashed in front of me. I could see everything from my birth to this moment. I started to regret the decision. But the fire, the fire offered such comfort and pleaure. At that very moment I realised my insanity. I realised the true joy of life. I remembered the felling when i gave the orphan some money years ago. My hatred of my body drove me insane. I jumped out of the fire, and started to roll on the floor. I was purified by the fire. But my insanity has not left me completely. ok