Left To Burn

They left me to burn, a lonely heart seeking
truth as it comes close. No, I search the faces of
once-known friends as I am carried to the heated
oven in the middle of the floor. Shoved inside and
burning. No truth is to be found. I watch as the
door is closed. Their hair is whipping crazily around
their faces from the icy wind. My skin is being cooked
and has passed the 3rd degree burn. I will not show
fear or pain because I feel nothing but their piercing stares.
Noone cries, they only stare. Their hearts are warm and
will freeze with time. A warm feeling inside tells me that my organs are
turning to liquid. Still alive and dying. I will come
back and when I do, they will show pain and fear.