Fallen Brethren

I, climbing over bodies, In the field of war. War is hell. War is hell. I’m in hell. I’m in hell. I found My fallen brethren, Dead On the ground I didn’t fall My life was spared I can’t help them. (Tragic scream) Staggering To my feet. I wipe The blood from my hands. Why hath I survive, An arrow in the chest. A shallow grave for me On this battlefield of pain. Struggling, To keep my vision straight, My body falls back onto the ground One last glimpse One last light That slips Through the cracks Of my eyes.