Cleansed By Fire-

The radical sensation of burning
The tickle of the flame
The scent of the smoke
To exhume as you disintegrate

I have finally become the pile of ash I wished to be
There is nothing left but carbon,remnants of me
Gather up my remains and cry over them
Remember what I had once been

The end of my limit was the beginning of your journey
Farewell, ye barely knew me
And now I am free, released to the ethereal
I will become the god I was meant to be