I hear the sound of heavy footsteps,
The end is coming.
The wood floors creaked under death's heavy feet,
My end is near.
I hear voices but, they are only low mumbles.
They are coming they know where we are.
The sound of a door being kicked down rings in my ears,
My family's end has come.
I hear a gun go off. I hear screams and my vision goes blurry,
death is in my home.
My end has come in an airtight room,
Death's hot breath enters the room,
I breathe in and close my eyes for the last time.
