visions of death

savages, fireside, drum my ears
my eyes have been painted red
the blood and earth replace my tears
shielding my sight from the dead

i breathe in the poison fumes
every breath deadlier than the last
the paralyzing pain resumes
in this pile of human glass

footsteps approach with a foreign voice
shaking me harder than the blast
left here with no choice
or words to call my last

a cold steel fang pierces and my nerves start to scream
silencing it has become my drive
As I awake from the life-like dream
weeping that i'm alive