I walk across a road,
The road has markings in blood,
There is a crowd walking with me,
The crowd is silent, with veins around their mouths,
Their teeth send a ripple of fear down my spine,
Their breath smells of blood and dark fears,
I scream for answers with questions in my head,
I see the death all around me echoing,
The dark clouds stare at me and smile,
The rain is pitiless and burns my sore feet,
I give a last try and scream for answer
And a voice says, " Cut cut!..good shot...we will go with this one"
