Hollow Bones

So this is how I end,
burning with a hectic glow.
Providing no warmth or light,
burning away selfishly, though.

I feel my pomp burning,
my fat melting to rivers of sludge.
My heart so cold didn't ignite,
and to burn it, I didn't try much.

My valleys of blood have already dried,
leaving behinds streaks of blue.
Still alive is this bastard brain,
about my end, everything he knew.

So as I make the endless fall,
I see a fire but nothing burn.
"It's no good to have hollow bones",
from this life: it's all I could learn.