My blood I see flooding my sight,
Constricts my throat, making it tight,
A chill of dread creeps up my spine,
Could this be death, could it be mine?
Tears of pain blur my eyes,
It shoots like arrows, burns and ties,
Coldness sweeps cooling my soul,
Sweat breaks out trying to control.
Darkness comes and with it fear,
When I was a child I had been here,
But this time I cannot awaken,
My screams echo but I'm not shaken.