Laying on the ground,
I look up yet see nothing.
Look down and see my new home,
I'm falling, falling slowly.
It's hot down here,
The place that I've always feared.
Strange faces, burning temperatures,
And the beatings.
Unbearable, intolerable, unimaginable.
Wishing it would end,
wishing for the end.
But, the end, it's here.
The screams get nearer and nearer
For I fear I must go now,
They're taking me,
Dragging me away,
Wishing I could stay here with you,
But no, not now for now,
I'm drifting away.