I heard the screams
They filled my ears
Whaling as they
Took their last breath
I run around
The cold metal desk
Gripping onto the edge
To keep my legs
From giving in
I stumble and
Am forced to the ground
The scent of copper
Fills my lungs
My eyes begin to adjust
And the body comes into view
A shrill tries to escape
So I cover my mouth
My mud caked hand
Rises the bile in my throat
But I must stay quiet
The screams seem
To have ceased
The hallow footsteps
Echo in my brain
The two-inch lift of the desk
My only salvation
The door creaks
As the knob slowly turns
My whimpers rise
And die in my throat
My eyes let out a tear
As the fear consumes me
Then I see them
The dark purple boots
I know the legend is true
And I am going to die...
