My skin is on fire
This house is on fire
The tears I bleed are crimson orange
Seeping yellow
And enriching red  
Soon enough I will become empty ashes
You’ll be able to look through my bones
Please, I beg you to study me
Let me die for the cause of your knowledge
For alive I am nothing but transparent glass
Maybe dead, I will interest those who wish to elope their minds in the crevices of my body
The crevices that never intrigued the living
Maybe dead, I will have meaning
Maybe the cause of me living is to die