They take my life

I lay on my cold stone bed with only piercing black surrounding me.
Shakes attacking my body periodically casting cold wet shivers down my spine.
My palms dripping with nerves, staining the already blood stained sheets leaving them in shreds of dark material.
It came again at first quiet then again and again and louder and louder.
The children let out their screams.
Shattering the thin crisp air causing my ears to bleed for the silence that once was.
With each glass-breaking scream I feel the children’s pain in my bloodless veins.
They’ve taken my life…