Deadly Rhythm

All you can hear is silence ,
As everything has stopped; even the violence.
We stand here in these now dead buildings ,
Now hollow with no feelings.
We've burned it all down ,
Now nothing smiles not even a clown.
She turned to me and said "hold on the worst is yet to come",
Those words now haunt me " the worst is yet to come".
My vision blurs as I get double vision ,
I stop marching ; it's the sound of a deadly rhythm.
I hear them shouting ,
I hear them shooting.
I stand and rise again,
I shake my head and start to stumble again.
Don't be fooled by it ,
I fire my gun but I hate it.
I wake up and rub my face ,
As I realise I'm no longer in that place.
If I try to listen,
I can still hear that deadly rhythm...