Caught

I dream of you most every night
Of that popping sound, that frenzy of light
And I see your figure, so still it remains
Your entire body engulfed in flames

There is no screaming, no painful screech
You do not beg nor do you reach
The burning silhouette just strolls over
Leans real close with its hand on my shoulder

And through its lips I hear your voice
A soft yet angry tone of choice
Then the blackest of smoke fills the air
Chokes me awake from this nightmare

And In this empty room upon my bed
I'll never forget those words you said
You are the past from which I've hid
"You're gonna burn for what you did"