The Suffering
Death and decay follow me,
Like a shadow I cannot escape.
I hear the screams of the fallen,
In my dreams,
How I wish I could wake.
The scenes flash through my minds eye,
It’s a movie of horror and hate.
And as I crawl over the bloodstained corpses,
It’s as though I am being raped.
I never really wanted this,
This blood all on my hands.
No matter how much water I use,
There is no getting away
From these gore-caked lands.
Death and decay follow me,
With only one way to escape.
I hear the screams of the fallen,
Only in life,
How I wish I could wake.
(2013)
