Last week I died.

I felt it coming,
My skin colour started fading,
My hair colour kept changing,
No one noticed,
Even when my eyes changed sizes,

I knew it was happening,

I had nothing to loose,

I was just so tired, of fighting it, 

So I just let loose,

Loud music started playing,

So I danced, I tried singing,

Fire started burning around me,

Fueled by my demons,

It was out of my control,

The lights went out,

So I danced by the fire,

Trying to see some hope,

Moving closer to the light,

But just burning my toes,

My burnt feet, kept dancing,

But never feeling warm,

I knew it was too late to stop it,

Storm clouds filled the sky,

The wind picked up around me,

Getting cold, I stocked the fire,

When my hair singed black,

They just assumed I dyed it,

The nights quickly became days,

There was no stopping it,

Forced to keep going,

With burnt toes,

I danced,

In a haze, from the smoke,

Waving my hands,

Trying to find a wall,

I reached out,

Found only empty space,

I just stopped dancing,

I fell in the flames,

Thats when it ended.

I danced with fire,

Got burned up in the flames,

Lost in the smoke,

Forever changed,

When I died last week.

By: Robin L. A. Shaw