Gone

The table slowly turns, The clocks start to fade, All my possessions go in a blaze. My heart sinks, Begins to crumble, My thoughts of safety vanished, As I stumble. The floor begins to melt, And I fall, My memories of you blur, When I see a burning doll. It's face looks up at me, As if it's happy that I'm suffering. I scream for help, And the doll turns, Grabs my hand, And heals my burns. The room caves in, And my vision darkens, Just as the doll smiles, All is forgotten.