Last image seen was a sliver light
A streak in the air coming downward
Needles flowing through your the system
Heat flows through you
Piecing sounds flows in you mind
Screaming consumes you
Your face is wet
No waring the hatered against you
Your pulse racing
Crawling in a limp
Dragging your feet behind you
Slowly moving
Then you stop as your arm reaches up
You pull the phone toward you
You start to dial for help
Its to late
Your gone
No clues behind you
Just death
