Men with twisted minds
Haunt me in my dreams
They are strangers
With familiar faces
Setting fire to my feet.
The glowing in their eyes
Reveals a delight
At my inability to leave.
The smoke clouds my eyes,
As I whispered, "Why?"
Forgetting who I'm supposed to be.
They watch as I burn,
A proud accomplishment,
And whisper back,
"Stay here, and be like me."
