Flames lick slowly
all about my hands,
Crisping burning slowly
as time runs down like sands
Flesh blackens cracking
while fat begins to boil,
Stomach slowly churning
as skin turns peach to oil
Lungs fill with fumes
and putrid fumes they are,
Throat closes tightly
as worlds begin to scar
Light is fading surely
as the sun sets in the west,
Darkness taking, holding
life was not the best.
Author notes
My first ever poem
Constructive crits would be great 
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I like it, it's different.....
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