Burn
As I lay here in bed, trying to scream but can't make a sound;
Coughing up remnants of my own seared flesh, I wonder;
Why did they do it? They said they were friends.
I told them to stop, begged on me knees;
Then there was a flick, the last thing I heard.
Before I saw red, and felt my flesh burn.
As I lay here in bed, trying to scream but can't make a sound;
I think to myself, just let me die.
Make the pain stop, just take my life;
I can't live this way, let today be my last.
As I lay here in bed, trying to scream but can't make a sound;
Copyright © Andrew Besag | Year Posted 2009
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