The writhing flame inside my skull
Blackens me from within-
But I still grin.

The heated smoke pours out my eyes
Curls my shriveling skin-
And I still grin.

The scent of my burnt flesh ascends
Dark perfume on the grind-
Through all, I grin.

When the flame's at last extinguished
Dawn finds my face caved in-
Still, I will grin.