Perhaps I'll be assumed
Self immolation seems to be an option at this point
Perhaps I'll be consumed

Thinking of a former self I can't remember having met
Douse with gas
Strike a match
And burn me
Burn me

And I'm in flames and you're gone

It all comes down to the fact
That you aren't the one in flames

And what remains of you is what I have with me

And I feel better than before
Sifting through ashes for a semblance of human remains

Gone
Because there's nothing left to save now
Because there's nothing left to feel now
Nothing To Feel