Why am I here?
Cold...
Shattered...
Pain...
Where shadows writhe...
Nightmares gain momentum...
pyramid of rotting death...
I am crawling through discorporated carnage...
Endless dead in blood-drenched soil...
Ghosts have cold hands and scars cover their rain-soaked faces...
Shrouded in wires and coffins of wood and metal...
Blinded and choking and clutching their fleshless bodies...
Ground into splinters and dust in the fields of fire...
We die...
Shells fall like stars and they fill the air with smoke and cinder...
Limbless and faceless and severed are the lifeless screaming...
Eyeless...
Worm-ridden...
Their corpses fill the endless trenches...
Sightless and deafened.
Convulsing...
This is the end