Bullets raining from the heavens.
I gaze up at the falling skies.
Darkness erupts above our havens.
I'm losing sight, the day slowly dies.
The night rises, and the moon waits.
The grass burns red, and flames rise.
I run towards the broken gates,
I run towards my hidden demise.
The air turns to poison
as I take a deep breath.
My blood, the color crimson.
My eyes have seen death.