Isla de Los Muertos

Hold me up to the flame!

To bleed for all eternity,

until the well of my existence runs dry.

I let the cold wind brush

across a tired featureless expanse,

fixed upon a darkness rising,

crippling my lungs.

Lines breed across the landscape,

strangling all that's left alive.

It has just begun.

Eternity begins with the first verse.

I run from every shadow,

as they lunge toward me,

gripping the nothingness

I leave behind with so much strength.

I can't breathe anymore,

and I won't until I reach the dawn;

I was the day the dead were chasing,

now I walk among them.