The scent of rotting bodies
The sound of dreadful pain
The feel of complete disaster
The need to break the chain
The time of dying slowly
The will of ending life
The way of getting murdered
The weapon choice was knife
The sound was getting louder
The pain was getting worse
The time was moving faster
The beginning of the curse
They floated all around me
Their flesh peeling off their face
Their bodies slowly decaying
Their minds are off in space
The blood, it fills the room up
It climbs right to my knees
I cannot see away from it
Red is all anyone sees
