The End

Wake
Up
Quick.
They are coming, coming,
Blood in their eyes.
Gunpowder on their faces.
Fire in their hands.
Destruction in their hearts
And your house is the target.
They are almost here
And you're still asleep,
Thinking this is a dream.
You hope it is.
But it is a nightmare,
A real one.
One you can see with eyes,
Hear with ears,
Feel with hands.
If only you woke up.
Now they are here,
Glaring through your window,
Looking for your family.
Making sure you're inside.
You are.
It is quiet for a moment,
But the silence screams.
And you wake up,
And you know what's happening.
You knew it would happen.
Now it is.
They throw something at the house
And then
Everything
Is
On
Fire.
The whole house is lit up
Like an oversized candle,
Blowing smoke into the night,
Blocking out the moon.
Your family screams from various places inside the house.
They run outside
And are shot before they touch the grass.
You can't go out there.
But it is hot hot in here.
You must get out NOW.
You shove the window open.
The air feels good,
Ice on hot veins.
More of it, you need more.
They look up and see you
And smile,
Knowing what you will do.
They want to watch.
You crawl through the window.
Jump
And then there is only air
But it doesn't feel good anymore
And you are falling, falling,
Until you hit the ground.
And they smile and laugh
At your mangled, crushed body
Because you've finished the job for them.