Through the midst of the night when it all hit the fan
my flesh began to crawl as the muck commenced its expand
dazed and confused I can taste the rumbling drips of evil perfusing
while I gaze at water glass at my bedstand as the ripples protruding
my dwelling is being besieged I can hear the footsteps outside crackling of leaves as they draw near macerating my dreamland
my whole bed shook, as the terror creeps in before I felt them ram
shattering the door frame, "BAM!" devastating my thoughts as they ran
a mile to infinite, " Am I dreaming?, Who's there? Who is it?"
I'm shaken fully aware, discerning the shadows under my door while my mother's shrieks began and the violence slams
I reach for the nearest weapon, pencil-drawn in my hand
I watched the doorknob shift as I gasped for breath
my heart beats so loud I can hear in my chest
I am ready to strike in a blink of an eye the intruders broke through the door pressed barrels to my neck
directing me to remove myself down from where I rest
I drop the pencil placing my hands up high as I weep, "why?", in distress. No answer, just soulless in their eyes and sibilance as if they're possessed
I drop to my knees, begging to escape, I'm dragged by my hair while my knees bleed from being scrape across my room to the outside gate
I asked them, "There's Mom, Dad, and Grace?"
Then suddenly, I felt the brunt end of the rifle strike upon my face
The stars I chase, in the mirage I wake, wondering, "I how did I end up with this fate?"
I am so lost in my reality that its surface fractures break
My worlds collapse, as well as my demise, has been shaped
In the dead city, I have been placed
I never knew that hollowness has a sound
it must be the wailings of the fallen that have cursed the ground
So dry, desolate, and cold
I curl into fetal position wishing that I can feel the warmth of my mother's hold
As the moisture dissipates
I'm left alone just waiting for the dust to take my place