Survival
Far from the peace in the zone of war. The pungent scent of burning flesh invading my nostrils setting my lungs ablaze. Blood expels from my body in a violent cough, disturbing the soot and dust caked to the ground from the furious battles that have covered this land. A time of survival being overridden by the monumental amount of death. Pain has been formed into this land and traveled to corners of this earth untouched by human skin. This world is unreachable except to those who try. Hiding away in a forest of destruction only to be found by the ones who look for it. A hell this earth has become or more of one I should say. It had left me an inch from death, but I will not stop. I need to reach that place, but now that I think about the place I want to reach, it seems that death is the only ticket there.
(2013)
Doesn't rhyme
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