(WARNING: Don't read if you are scared human sacrifices! This was written after writing a five page essay on Aztecs eek )

They tied my hands behind my back,
I could barely breathe through the sack,
Why chosen was me?
I struggled trying to break free,
But my hands were scarred,
Still I had to try hard,
I felt myself placed on stone,
There was a shiver in my bones,
I screamed when I saw shadow over me,
That was the last thing I had a chance to see,
For now on an alter red as blood,
Lays my head that would scream if it could.