ONE MINUTE YOU ARE GONE

Hah, I saw someone standing as if in Barack, I automatically felt goose bumps of fear, as it registered a bad luck, My bed room became scruffy, as my intestines smelled like a black jack, I then asked myself what about this bad luck? I thought from unknown origin fell on me. I begin to think, before the sun could sink. All this meant nothing to me, Because I wanted to have the meaning. It happened in my bedroom, when I started at the screen, My heart beat changed accompanied by tears that started oozing thin, Then a smell of dead bodies filled my room accompanied by hallucinations of coffins,