Nightmare
I can see it.
The blood.
It paints the walls crimson,
And creates dark pools on the floor.
I can see them.
The bodies.
Faces twisted in horror and pain,
Eyes wide open.
Clouded. Unseeing.
I can feel the blood run down my face,
And stain my hands.
The monsters who did this, they just laugh.
I hear two shots,
Then only feel pain.
My vision turns blurry and slowly fades.
