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