Severed by the Seed of the Orchid

Human waste is spread across the vast forest like a rotted weed in a bouquet of flowers. Gunshots and explosions caress and engulf the tall bark with fire and precious silver. Looking around at the men bathing in tears and blood, compelled to flee - but to where would I go within this horrific, inescapable blood bath? Instead, I pick up my rifle, with limbs of both friends and enemies attempting to deprive me of sanity, and walk through the light tears falling from Heaven. I see a young boy's stare and I fade away into his dreams of freedom and peace. For a moment, war seemed to end, but in an instant a sharp throbbing starts in my chest. I look down to see fresh crimson seeping through my light brown uniform with the painful vision of pitch darkness. I hear the familiar voice of the boy crying "I'm sorry, father," as he clutches my rough, large hands. It was at that point of time that whatever fever lay beneath the cage that encased love and emotions broke open, allowing monumental misery to enter. I weep as the grasp becomes lesser and lesser until all is silent and the warmth of my body becomes frigid..........