Dwelling plans
Keep going on.
Crimson waters
Wet my hands.
Cries of pain
Heard out through the world.
My ears ring
With the fire of war.
Stinging tears
Seep down my cheeks.
Weeping mothers cries
As I find
And watch,
My feelings fog
And try to find
In the back
Of my mind.
Laughter sings
From my lips
As screams of terror
fill my head.
Hell's flames fire
Rise up around.
Engulfing my soul
In its fiery fit.
No one sees
What I don't want them to.
All they know
Is all they see.
They will not know
My life is not mine,
But that it
Belongs to Death.
