Holding my breath, hoping, praying, begging that they won't hear me.
Filling my bag, packing, scrunching, stuffing, hopefully I have enough.
Running, racing, tearing through the streets and going so fast that now you can't even see the ground under your feet until
Banging, shooting, blasting, bombs going off everywhere and nowhere left to run then
Silence, quiet, no one left, no one alive but the one's that will be soon
Shaking, pulling, aching, waiting for any signs, to know it's all over
Looking, searching, finding, pressing it to your head because you know it's better that way
Exploding, screaming, yelling, bleeding, but I cannot tell because I'm gone
Peacefully, silence, we're all gone and it won't be long until you are gone too
