Two shots to the chest,
And a fellow is laid to rest.
Another killer strikes again,
Another mother cries in pain.

Blood all over the fellow's face,
Laying dead, another ****** case.
But he awakes in a strange formed space,
In darkness where he can't feel or see his standing place.

Suddenly appears a light that shone so bright.
And he stayed still in fright to keep out of sight.
The fear he felt that point in time,
And the light said, don't look at me or you'll surely die.

And there the light gave him a second chance,
To walk again and to take another glance.
Of the world, and soon he had left that space,
And he awoke from hos slumber with blood and tears on his face.

He died and now he lives again, but he will never forget,
The empty space, of a living clue with a dead trace.