“Final Rite”

Tyler R. Martin

Bleeding in my bed,
Strung out from last night,
In vomit blood and dread,
Being read my final rite.
Now engulfed in sacred fire,
A corporal body draws to a head
On the crematorium pyre.

Ascending to the golden gates,
To be judged by angels all in white,
But this bliss is not my fate,
So I descend into the flame,
And cursed blackness that await.