Shaking me around
And throw me down.
Am I nothing more
Than a rag doll to you.
Shove me onto your stake
And I'm some sort of propaganda.
Burn me alive in front of them
Because nothing said can soothe them.
As I float around
At the will of your body.
I'm screaming in a blackened room
With the fire still ablaze.
All that remain are the ashes
Of the former days.
All that I can see is dark
For darkness is what comforts me.