Blackout. Feedback.

The flashbacks come
Thick and fast
Flying in the skies of nightmares
The sweat glistens on your skin
The fear saturates your soul
Is there a way out?
Struggle; keep the cool
Level headed mind breathing
The mists of pain crowd you
There is no way out
There is no hope...

Blackout.

Yelling inside
In the numbness of dark
You fight for the words
Although you will not survive
Crying, dying
Defeated to the flashbacks
And the bystands scream:

Feedback.