Dreaming?

I can’t roll. Suffer. Beeping. Scrolling. Something. Go away. Water and blood mixing. Running. Running down your face. Warm. Holes. What have you all become? Death. Dying. Leave this world. First angel. Death. 2nd angel. Death. 3rd angel. Death. 4 more. And now I shall rise my head one last time and look at the moon…………….the stars………………. The heavens. Look down and see straight to hell. See the devil smiling at you with a curled crooked finger. You’re torn.
Which to choose? Better fate? Silver sword? Flesh and blood. Falling.