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.