Flat, just lying there,
Am I still kicking?
Veins popped and exposed to light,
The skin starts to burn intently.
Red roses lay upon the floor,
It was supposed to be all good.
Crawling down the ramp,
Smoke choking my every move.
I can't see anything at all,
As sirens squeal at me.
Planes over head I hear,
Water bomb down, flushing me.
A story I'm left to tell,
Children after me.
My turn to change the thoughts,
Forget that I was ever there.
Force feeding with information,
I didn't know what to do.
Block of homes, the place I grew up,
Down grated into dust.
Smoke and fire destroyed everything,
Nothing was spared, only you and me.
I try to laugh it off,
Something like this isn't humour.
Mind sinking into reality,
I have nothing left.
It took its entire path,
No enemies left to fight.
I can't look at this anymore,
My fighting for my life inside.
