Kidnapped (True Story)

I walk home from my beloved school like every child does, I skip the steps in which my music sings, So young so free, So careless, so foolish, I'm alone, I see a van, Thinking nothing, all of a sudden my skips are numbered, I'm falling Nothing to be remebered, I wake in the presece of a wood, Unknown to me.... Disoriented Distraught, hoping life has not been caught, Looking for something familiar, I'm bound, my arms cannot move, I look around, and man comes ontop of me, I'm struggling and screaming, Why isn't anyone helping me? He puts his gun to my temple, Tells me ' No one helps the Unimportant, Close your mouth or I'll close it for you.' I lie there silent, bound by fear, Not wanting to end a childhood of so little years, The man gets up, walks to his van, Loosens his belt, I know whats next. I slowly embark upwards, and start to run, The man see and chases me, I forget the gun, All I can do is run, He shoots, he scores, The Bullet grazing my heart, ripping me apart, I hold the wound, and try to run, The man is far behind, but I can't stop, I find a road, then I collapse, I wake in the light of a hospital room, Still feeling the bullet that Ended my life, I died for fourteen minutes, The best fourteen minutes of my life, Touching death, having it hold me, Lost in an illusion of a god whom doesn't exist, My Skeleton butterfly Whisping the air, whispering death to me, To be so close to the death, forever in there presence, even as I go to bed, Death follows me like I have something it wants, It's always there for me to touch and console, Helping both mine and their tragic souls.