Dusk

Oh dirty grey sky's getting dark, from the hell dogs were gonna bark. Cold wind in the dirty curtain, I couldn't find my protecting can. Hey where's the way to the safe land? I asked, and he replied nothing said. No man, no living things in my sight, I was alone in the desert island. I couldn't help myself turning head, though there's a dead body, my old friend, his pounch was open, his eyes turned red. 'I didn't do that!' I shouted like that. He didn't believe me,angrily said, 'you can say it to the god of the dead.' I was shocked, fell down in sand, and found myself sweat in my bed.