Behind the door is a wall of fire,
i can see the glow,
theres no way out, its way to hot,
theres no where i can go.

i can cower in a corner,
but how wil that ever help?
the flames will engolf me anyway,
flames will break through stealth.

no one is coming to save me,
no one ill break down the door,
by the time the flames have died,
i too will be dead on the flor.

the flames are burning through,
making their way to me,
they must be more than 5 metres high,
because they are all i can see.

There is no hpe fr escape,
the flames are burning red,
I cant help thinking about my life,
and all the things i never said.

As my skin burns and bleeds,
i feel nothing, no pain,
i close my eyes and lay flat,
but fear is all i gain.

The fear is burning more than flames,
im scared to die alone,
I die within this red raised room,
that i once called my home.