My legs feel like nothingness
Bullets whistle past my ears
Bodies  drop like falling trees
But death is lurking round the corner waiting for her prey
 Now I start to tumble tumble to my doom tumble to a blackness

The turns a misty grey
so I pinch myself a million times just to turn my arm bright red
 I look around to find myself in a dark and doefull hole
I am not here I don't want to be but the pain is unbearable
 so I sit and stay awhile my leg looks like jelly meat though the booming and crying has started to crumble and the silence sounds like tinkling bells

 But the ever lasting question echoes deep inside:what was I thinking,what will I do,when will this finish, and who are you