The blood inside me suffecated me,
My family’s blood crept up on me,
Images of our lives flooded me.
In a ditch dirty and dead,
Multiple dicapitated human heads
I lift myself out
I suddenly see a huge green man shout.
He’s seeking my blood without a dought.
I feel a metel object on the back of my head
My death is closer than before
It strangles me and I fall to the floor.
Yet I’m in one,
For my life has been redused to nothing to a raicial gore.