It's dark, and cold
Moisture in the air, dense air
Hard ground underneath me
I try to sit up, nothing happens
I can't move, can't feel my body
A smell, a smell of gasoline
What was that? Something touched me
Nothing, my imagination
I'm alone, I tell myself
It's easier that way
Wait, I'm wet
Wet with what?
I hear something, a melody
No
It's in my head
Or is it?
I can't tell anymore
It's foggy, faint
I can't discern it
Then it grows, louder
I know it
Symphony No. 3
How do I know that?
It's pounding now, too loud to handle
I try, try to cover my ears
To block the sound
No movement
It gets louder and louder
Pounding so hard, harder, and harder
And then it stops
And it's silent
Dead silent
Counting my heartbeats silent
There's someone with me
Not good, get away
Try to run, run, get out
I still can't get off this ground
Flick, a lighter top opens
And then it's dropped
And it all burns
And it's bright, too bright
I have to squint my eyes
It's coming, reaching me fast
Get up, get up, get up
Move, run, or you're toast
Literally
I can't breathe, smoking filling in my lungs
It's hot, too hot
I can't take it
It's eating my flesh, dissolving it
It's pain like I've never felt
My flesh raw, engulfed in flames
I lie there on the concrete floor
Still, dying in a body I can't control
Or won't control
The pain fades
the heat, burning through my nerves
Third degree burns, all they'll find is ash
If they find me
If they look for me
But, it goes dark again
And then I awake.