Shooting Star

Hearing the footsteps approach
Hiding in the closet
She knows what is coming
Not a dream
Yet she has been asleep so long
It’s hard to tell
Sounds of metal echo in her head
Chains dragging
Silent Screams
Leaving a trail of blood
Wishing she were dead
On the shooting star
She see’s from the crack
In the broken down roof
High above her head