Light Me, Oh Light Me

light me, oh light
and hear me scream
this is a nightmare
not a dream

one were you wake
but not alive
the smell of burnt skin
the rules defied

light me, oh light me
and watch me bleed
this is reality
you must proceed

one where you die
but not quite dead
the smell of fresh blood
your dimise ahead

light me, oh light me
and see me burn
this is the truth
something you must learn

poem by Brandon Brooks
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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