...Where am I?...
...Why is it that when I die I just get back up again but in a different life?...
...Why?...
...It feels as if I live forever yet I can't breathe...
...Why is that?...
...I must be waking up...
...Hopefully this life won't be as bad as the last...

...I wake up with sand in my eyes...
...Why is that?...
"Quick! He's being stolen!" A man yells.

...What does that mean?...
...Why am I sad?...
...I've never been sad before...
...Why?...
...I never understand this question: "Why am I who I am?"...
...I wish I could see through someone's eye's...
...Because mine are broken...
...I am sad...

"No! Its too late! Leave him here!" The man yells.

"Father! I haven't been stolen!" I yell for some reason.

...I don't understand...

"Father..." I cry.

...What I don't understand the most is "Where am I?"...

...I'm in a land...
...A land of death...