Plunged In Blood

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