ROASTED
Flared and burnt
Over and over turnt.
The flame seeps in
The heat flows through,
Pain is your kin
The flare gives the cue!
What you don't know
For the flame to burn through
The scars do show!
Through the depths of hell
There is no healing well,
You feel dried to a crisp
You wish, it was a willow o wisp.
Having been burnt so long
You know in hell you belong
Being set on a pyre
You shall burn till the last wire
You would be well toasted
Flavoursomely roasted!
















