Everything started with a bullet
bursting out my head.
The wind blowing with anger,
sunshine can`t warm me,
an intense cold runs through my spine.
Only loneliness in my wondering soul.
The despair is increasing,
I can`t control my feelings.
My body is contorning in pain,
screams cut me like razors.
The silence is just a illusion,
I can`t scream for help.
I found the way to my ancient home,
In a lapse of time I could saw my parents.
They can`t hear my voice,
They can`t feel my touch,
Sorrow is all that I can feel.
That face was so close to me,
plunged in blood!!!
I can see my friends crying in dispair,
under my bed lies a young body,
plunged in blood pieces of a head,
in all places the gore is spreaded.
When I looked to that disformed face,
I could feel the hand, of Satan...
...taking my soul back to hell!!!