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.