Ahh so this is death...

I killed my old self and stained my lips red with the blood because it looked pretty.

My nails turned black with the soot from the incinerator as I watched myself burn.

My once melanin rich skin drained from me mixed with my blood and grew flowers at my feet.

My demons comfort me as they run their ash coated fingers through my hair and pull me close, providing the embrace that I so longed for.

"Ahhh, so this is death?"