The Burning Flesh Poem by Satan's Sibling

Heat is searing my skin,
And burning me through and through.
I don't know where to begin,
Maybe this poem will do.
I was watching your life,
fade from your eyes,
As you were burnt to your ashes.
Why did you die?
Why did you beleive me?
And leave me to face the world alone.
Your hair is burning,
As my tears fall,
Not enough to put out my flames.
So my heart falls apart,
As I suddenly start,
To cover your corpse with my emotional games.
Terror in heat burns your sweet hair,
That is camoflauged by your sweet stare,
As your body is sacrificed to the pyre.
So I see your story's end,
You were a loved one, a friend,
While I am lost, a fraud, a liar.