The sky is gone...(part two)

Smoke, bitter sweet, fills my lungs.
Thunder, rolling and creeping, shakes
the wet ground beneath my feet.
Water falls from the sky, dark, and dirty,
and cold, like mud from a grave.

My hand is cut, but it doesn't hurt.
Blood seeps from other cuts on my arms
and slashes, deep on my chest.
My knees are swollen, and tremble,
my legs are cramped, from all the running.

People, in the dark, are yelling and screaming.
The sounds, all around me, pierce
my ears, and lay pain in my mind.
They cry and sob from the shadows,
all of it, blending into a quiet roar.

My clothes are torn and tattered.
The shoes on my feet are shredded
and are barely hanging on to them.
Blood, still warm, soaks through,
telling me that part of me is still alive.

The ground beneath me moves.
Thunder, once great, bends to the
rumbling, from the earth around me.
The cries and the screams, grow weak
in the din of this new force.

The world is breaking apart in front of me.
The ground cracks, and splits open,
and fires from Hell spring forth, up and up.
Every where I look, life is crumbling and dying,
and the screams go on and on, and on.

My head spins, and I can't see anymore.
I can't open my eyes, I don't want to
see all that has become of us.
I will not cry, and I will not scream,
and soon, very soon, I will no longer bleed.