The end
Stumbling through the battlefield,
A hole bloody in my leg,
I see a bright light shining,
Wondering if I am dead.
Apparently I'm not,
The searing pain burning through me,
Death couldn't be this excruciating, could it?
Hearing all the screaming as I tumble to the floor,
Wait a second…is it my own?
Is that screeching coming from my throat?
It must be, it's too loud to be coming from any others.
I'm now lying on the ground, rotting corpses all around me,
The stench is unbearable,
And the rats eating others like me, eating them alive,
Scratching out their eyeballs with their little claws,
This must be heaven for them,
A feast.
Then it appeared out of nowhere, the artillery strike,
I couldn't say that I wasn't expecting it, because I was,
And there I was,
At the end.