• The freezing metal slits through your arm,
    You feel warm sticky blood run down your arm,
    Every thing turns black but one white light in the distance,
    You hear screams all around you,
    The closer you get to the light,
    The softer the screams become,
    You turn,
    You run back towards the screams,
    Then everything comes back,
    The man with the knife towers above you,
    He brings the knife down one more time,
    Through your heart,


    The man laughs and laughs,
    As if it was a joke,
    As if you'd be just fine the next day,
    As if you weren't dead,
    As if no one would ever die,
    What kind of person is he?