Burning candles
Foggy Stench
Death with handles
(Speaking French)
Painful Heat
Darkness
Death
Rusty smell of blood
The sour taste of mud
Atmosphere thick with fear
Men reduced to a smear
Stench of burning flesh
Sound of horrible crash
Infant Screaming
Life fleeting
Blood all around
I feel like I’m bound
I try to escape
All this raging hate
Blood dripping from the walls
Horror
Another body falls
Terror
Always seeking me
Fear
Get away from me!
Death
Not just Yet
Nooooo!!!!
Escape from this Horrid dream
I wake with a Scream
I wonder if it was real
But the pain I Can still Feel
Daniel Barbeiro - barbeiro@ip.pt
