Burn - II

Is that what one sees
Charred pieces, ash and grease
Or does one
emerged pure
Cured of burdens
and the ghosts of the past
Bless you
My possessed soul
Are you ok now
Open up and talk
See the things
my way
Its all green and blue
everything's new
But what about happiness
And when given the option
to be the dead one
You wanted possession and prison
Its difficult to be free
Isn't it
then to be dead
or possessed
And we thought
someone burnt
But wasn't someone burning
All these years
Always.