All is flung across the scene
The scent, ghastly
The decrepit scent of life leaving each hollow being
Crawling into my nostrils
Feeding off my fear like maggots
Bodies falling
Minds all brawling
Courage leaving some. Courage Rising for another
Run away and leave behind past feelings
Dont remember. Now youre on the battle field
Drop
Drop
Fall
Deeper
Standing alone now
Where have they all gone
Look to the left
A friend once held so dear
Lay now struck and dying
The stench of death nestles upon him
and reaches for his hand
No
Do not reach toward the hand of death of death my friend!
Friend, run back to the past! He raises his hand and takes grip to death
He looks to I, and speaks, now strong:
"My past is in the past"
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