Battlefield

Gray clouds form above my head, spilling buckets of water over the vast landscape

I take in a shuddering breath to feel the stale, thick air fill my lungs

My body shivers from the breath of the howling wind, whose arms wrap blankets of frost over my body

On my knees, as with pleading with God, I crawl amongst the many corpses that scatter the ground around me, tumbling over the lifeless faces of the men who seem to stare at distant places, far away from this hellhole

Bombshells liter the ground as my eardrums are bombarded by deadening cracks of thunder

The mud hides my cowardly tears, but leaves my gashing strawberry wounds alone, as if they could never be covered, not since my eyes have witnessed pure hell and the rotten things that lie beneath it, my mind forever lost and torn in two like a thin, delicate ribbon

The land around me blurs, the life escaping from me, my very soul leaving my body and sucking everthing with it

No, but I could die like this, even if I didn't realize I was already dead, in agony reliving my past for eternity, because I knew, deep in inside, I still loved to live