I am the painting in flames

This was a nightmare I couldn't wake up from
I was a painting stuck in it's frame
The flames were curling the edges of the paper
And reaching my old fashioned dressed frame
I was screaming and trying to escape
Crying for help as the whole thing went up in flames
I kept trying to put the fire out but everything just made it worse
It feels like I'm burning alive and I am
I keep watching the flames getting closer and closer
And there's nothing I can do
They're coming from all directions and there's no way to back away
My beautiful and priceless painting is burning on the wall
I am the inked out portrait inside the frame
My eyes are moving and my little voice is screaming
I'm skittering around inside
There's a crowd of people in the ball room
But no one sees the flames inside the painting that hangs upon the wall
Black soot fills the frame as they file out the doors
My face was swallowed up, my mouth and eyes going last
Wide and panicked I watched myself disappear
Until my arms disappeared I banged on the glass
And when they did I slammed what was left of me into it
But I burned to ashes within my frame
No one ever said, "Hey, wasn't there a painting here?"
I just hung on that wall, an empty frame with ashes
A hundred years in this mansion
No one ever noticed
I am the painting in flames
I will be the ashes in your face when the wind blows
My memories and life will drift across the page
They wont mean much to you
But I wish they did
I wish you knew what they were worth
What you were seeing, what you held in your hands
What you breath in

I wish you knew