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;