The clock stops ticking,
and time is slowing down,
My mind starts thinking,
Not a sound.

The things that I see,
Happening inside me,
Why can't I breathe?
Why can't I break free?

What is going on?
Why is my mind covered in red?
Why can't I run?
Why does my body feel dead?

It turns black, then it's white,
I shake my head, "This isn't right."
The dread inside my mind,
That roams unconfined,
Plays the horrors on replay,
A countless death on display.

My triggering fear,
A chapter of my life,
My traumatising fear,
The scene full of strife.

A event that broke me,
Emotionally and Mentally,
A bloodied scene,
Is all I can see.

Why can I never overcome it? 
The truth that I accepted?
I could never move on,
From the death of the love that I met.