9TwoFly

I died last night with a smile on my face.

Happy tears were shed because my demise had come.

The pain became soothing because I knew that it mean the end. 

A female I deemed important was there.

She witnessed me become no longer, watchin as I went up in flames.

Exstinguisher in hand, she opted not to use it. 

I did not attempt to escape the fire; my passion wouldn’t allow it.

I refused to be made into a show for her entertainment, so there would be no spectators of this passing.

She would not see me struggle.

I’d rather exist no longer with my pride in tact.

I wanted her to save me without knowing I needed rescue.

That didn’t happen, so I enjoyed my fate.

I endured the burns with my poker face still in place.

I was torched happily.

The lack of a hero proved humorous.

Expectations were truly jokes because she was actually there to watch me burn.

I thought it was hilarious that she couldn’t see the invisible flames.

I died last night with a smile on my face.