A Force Of The Ethereal

I feel the tickle of lightning along my ribs
I believe that it is attracted by the fire within
I believe that my innards are being chard
By an unfathomable force
I believe that my entrails are blackened
And that there are residual elements of fire
Burning my soul

I can smell the sulfur
I am choking on the fire of existence
I feel so fragile in the overwhelm
I believe in ashes
There is a small will-of-wisp
That demands my hope
That does not expect the love in your heart

How is it so
Where does it come from
Why do I have entitlement
I was drowning in the oblivion
My skin was being killed by fire
And unbelievably there is reprieve
There is respite