The Pool of Red

I walk the face of earth again,

I see eyes glaring at me from the back of my head,

I was once in a family of businessmen,

The pool of red,

I woke up to in the morning,

The morning ever so dull,

I hear the sound of warning,

I see a door and pull,

The door leads to a light of darkness,

Darkness for the businessmen,

Walking into the darkness you turn heartless,

But once again,

Where is the briefcase ?