Untitled Nightmare

I am running from an unknown enemy.

I didn’t even have time to see what it is.

Or to figure out why it is chasing me.

I am certain of one thing though,

It wants me dead.

No one else seems to be able to see it either.

So naturally, I look like a crazy person running for seemingly no reason.

I only saw shadowy figures, yet what shape they took is a mystery.

Then as if in league with these things, I feel a gunshot.

Bang, bang. And then this awful music starts to play as I hit the ground.

A flood of memories washes my brain, only to slowly fade.

Finally the shadows appear in their true form.

I hear these words: He’s down. Mission Accomplished. Now there are no more stains upon our country.

This isn’t Nazi Germany.

A final bullet puts me into hell.

And now it all makes sense.

This is America.