Being Connected

The first night

After the angel had left

Two men came into my head

While I was laying in my bed

They told me

I would soon be dead

Praying for my life

I took that fight

With hand, feet and fists

I tried to get away

But they had the strength

One of them put

A noose round

My neck

And very soon

I was really dead

Leaving that dark room behind

The memories started

To grind

And I did not sleep that night

Preparing for next nights fight