Baptised in Flame

I disturbed my november siesta when i smelt smoke, winter gave me a chill down my spine even though i could see my bed half burning....

numb to the core, my brain died that instant.... but deep down sumthing gave me the push to act an instant,..

i cudn scream but jumped outta da bed d instant the flames touched my feet,...everytime i tried to shout, i could feel myself choke ..... the lump of fear blocked my cry of help......

though my tears werent enuf to put down d flames, at least they gave me the courage to stand up and do sumthin to save,...

in the smoke i was standing ...cryin for the absent help...i tried openin the door but was instead engulfed in the fiery flames...and unlocked my stairway to heaven ....
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death is a vision im addicted to, i see my death cos i chose too...

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the next day my body and soul were found intact, livin thru the same life at PC... the same cutting..........the same faces..........the same vada pav wala...............but the new me......