mortal recoil

who knows when is the end?
who lives to see it happen?
i let out a faint wheeze
shook my eyes that suddenly freeze

a little vision took my gaze,
memoirs of battles, that blasted blaze
i survived as what is foretold...
did fate spared the life i hold?

i managed to run into safety
awkwardly dragging my acerbic body...
undermining my recent disability
i salvaged the remains of my sanity...

there was no air..
distilled in my soul is a song of despair.
gone are the days where the world is so fair
now how it seemed is something that my heart can't bear.

to my eyes are rotting corpses
to my ears come the wailing noises
my nose percieved the stinky gases
oh how quickly it grasped my senses

no i didn't shed a tear
i didnt even manged to sob in fear
i only stared with mind unoccupied
to this place thats once full of pride

i am mad, i am furious
and rapidly felt delirious
from time to time, i get confused
and when at last the sense of vertiginous

its already dark when i opened my eyes
bolt from the blue is the picturesque skies
i held up my hand from this barren land
and for the first time i've never felt so grand

brewed from the shadows is a warm embrace
a soft and sweet scent that rubbed my face
i loved how i was treated like a baby
my back lied still to where i'm cared for gently

these are sprits of the ones i loved
i thought they're gone, now i see them near
i cant possibly be in some sort of fear
from all these people whom to me are very dear.


famished by some sort of hallucination
alas i blacked out in the cold
and the thing that i thought was my vocation
will forever remain as something untold..