Dead bodies line the road
The wounded wandering around hopelessly
Sanity running on empty
In the distance you can hear
The shrieks
The wounded pleading and crying
In the field
For a medic
But none shall answer
Their hopeless calls
In the idle of all this pain, dieing and agony
I stop to think
How could parents send their only sons here?
Why do men enlist for this hell?
How come some live and some die?
Amongst all the confusion
Fighter pilots circle overhead
Like vultures seeking its pray
As the bombs drop all around me
I am unaware
I simple stare at all the destruction and mayhem
Then everything stops
I can see people moving
But I cannot hear them
Glass shatters from a near by window
I see the shards of glass
But cannot feel them
I am numb
As reality comes to consume me once again
I now hear the screams
I now feel the pain
There is no way to escape
This madness
This is my hell