Maveryn

He stood amongst the smoke and the flames. As the smog starts to clear he drops to his knees, a look of anguish flashes on his face. Tears flood down his face washing the dirt and blood along with the salty streams. His face contorts as he screams into the unyielding silence, his hands wants to let this unwanted feeling out, but all they do is dangle at his side. As the echoes of his screams fade he let's gravity take him to the ground. His forehead touching the blood soaked earth. The mix smells of his comrades and manure fills his nostrils. The still flowing tears drop into the already damp earth. An almost indescribable pain; heavy weight consumes his chest to the point of him needing to grasp for air. He lets out one final muffled cry towards the ground, before letting the darkness take hold. For only in this darkness can one truly be at peace. He wished to be along side of his comrades, he longed for death.