I was at the start line for a grand running race.
3..2..1..GO!
I ran and ran, Faster than I have ever gone.
But soon after I had finished the race, I saw other people running still.
There was a man, Or should I say a skeleton man chasing them.
When the skeleton touched one of them nothing happened.
But when that person reached the end line. POOF.
Strait back to the start.
I go there everyday to remember taken those days, The people I put on my hit-list.
