Forevermore

.2.

I open my eyes to a place that doesn't seem like the one I left.

The first thing from the last thing I remember was that there was bright blue, almost a turquoise coloured sky with thin whips of cloud swept across it, going beyond as far as one's eye could've seen. The sun was a glowing orb that hung behind a long wall of towering mountains making an appearance in the breaking of the dawn.

Now the sky is painted red in the dusk, the light of the new moon's presence barely noticeable under the thickset blanket of cloud covering the sky and land. The looming shadowy mountains close off the rest of the world from this barren wasteland.

A dull ache spreads throughout my body making me object to moving my head to see the rest of my surroundings. With my head now on its side, I see the carnage of today's destruction.

The ground is spotted black with crimson patches. The black of the bodies, parts of them and weapons lying everywhere looking like rocks in a sea of wine. Blood that someone smeared over a flawed messy collage thrown together by a young inquisitive child.

Where once magnificent flowers of reds, purples and blue once grew in clumps in amongst bright lush green grass, are now replaced with big gaping, smoking craters caused by the projectile that fell from above like rain on an alluring spring day.

Groaning as the rest of my body has now awakened from its coma, I try to move to get up, only for my plan to have been cut short as I cry out in pain, pain that is worse than the barbed wire that had entangled me early today and the tearing pain as I had pulled it off my already bleeding, sore skin

I want to scream louder than a thousand guns going off at once, bombs dropping from the sky to explode against the blood-soaked soil and the scream of loss all around as those fell from the bullets and shards of metal entering their body from the detonating bombs.

I want to scream till my throat hurts as much as the rest of my body, till my throat goes bloody from the strain having wrecked my vocal cords beyond repair till I can't make a single sound in protest of any movement.

And I do, making it as loud as I possibly can, even after my voice fades to nothingness, I continue till I am forced to stop by a racking cough that sends blood from my throat up and out of mouth shooting it a metre away. Coughing and crying I curse the world as I suffer through even more pain that was caused by my last actions.

What has this world become to turn such breathtaking place it once was into a place like this, an uninvited massacre, full of despair, gloom and loss that now lies around instead of enjoying the show that once only the devil could create. Now my heart aches and is weighed down by each loss that is now laced, wound and bound to my soul for eternity it seems.

It used to be a happy place one that would make everyone forget their woes. One that made everyone forget the real and horrible reason they were here for. Their laughter was filled with joy, the loud voices expressing the only sound that could ever describe such beauty. The captivating scenery that contained the colours of the rainbow.