Escaping threw
Rivers of salt
Shallow nearly empty
Sharp rocks
Lost sticks
Fast flowing
You try to catch up
Gash in your side
Water enters quickly
Stinging and biting
Your up to your neck now
Almost drowning
You try to escape
Rocks dig in
Blood pours out
Rope lands close
Hold tight
Pulled across sharp metal
Salt enters your wounds
You scream
Blood drips from your hands
You reach shore
Sand cold and rough
Glass in beds itself in your back
A hand helps you up
Another pushes you
You land into a thorn bush
They perch you every where
A hand helps you free
Yet another hand trips you
You fall on cement
You hit your head
You scream as you give up
A hand picks up your head
As you breath your last
One tear falls
