Locked-In

peeling off a scorched skin

this feeling is very akin

and yet numbness all over

oh sweet death i wish you were closer

melting through the retina and cornea

pouring down the tears of fear

fumes of fury come through the nostrils

and yet through my spine go chills

rising above through some unburnt carbon

falling through ash just as I burn

face charred and skin gratinated

feeling like I'm cremated

shouting and screeching through my larynx

loud enough to rip apart each of my meninx

as I suffer alone like locked-in syndrome

always around people yet never feel home.