Blood Fields

I woke up to a plain of cold all around me. And a million souls of the dead I could smell. Some sour, some bitter, but none were appealing at all, None could be give a sweet description at all. My eyes crept to my feet to see vines wrapped around my ankles, Like being frozen in concrete... I could not move..... I didn't even feel the want to. The blood moon rose out of inky nothingness, The blood in my veins coursed painfully, Like acid, Like fire, Razor blades lined every cell. My heart beat irregular, Sometimes racing like a fugitive from the law, Sometimes so slow it was as if I was dead. Yet still my fires inside burned with every beat. The scents of the demon souls still aged in my nostrils. None to promising, All giving nothing but a sad tone an already dismal scene. I finally gaze around to see what the red of the moon lit up. Corpses. Mountains of them. Piled higher than the sky itself. No wonder the soul stench was so strong. Hatred and suffering had overseen this place. The only smiles here were from the sadists that had created it. And still the scent haunted me. Urging my insides to push out. Coaxing the bile from my depths. And there were trees, But they were animated, Not by a wind, Seemingly as if they had a will of thier own. They sifted and sorted through the corpses, Constantly searching, Never finding, For what I couldn't be sure. But still the scent was there.... Disgusting, Revolting, Unescapable. A sound arose through the air, A shrill shriek A thunderous trumpet Violent verses. It screamed past me, Every tree turned to face it. The search was over The prized to be had.... The only survivor other than me. She was filthy, Her naked body thrashed , Shestruggled to gain some sort of control, Some sort of escape. And a new scent rose in the air, A sweet smell, A lover's lasthope. I screamed for her. I tore at my vines. Damn these concrete cuffs, Damn this iron prison. Damn this which holds me back from the only thing that could possibly mean salvation from this lonliness and solitude. I YELL, I FIGHT, IF ONLY I COULD BREAK FREE OF THIS HELL, GOD DAMN YOU TREES FOR FINDING HER. My struggles are in vain, My vines hold strong, Her sweet scent grows stronger. They bring her closer... A spectacle for me to view. They're mocking me.... A no faced tree is mocking me. As they slowly rip her arms off... The blood flies in jets of crimson foam, The bone cracks with a deafening sound, The muscle tears like leaves of paper. And she cries like an infant fresh from the womb. We enter the earth crying, Spend most of the years here in tears, Then leave with tears in our eyes. The rivers run deep with the tears of the fallen. As the life fades from her eyes, I realize that what was hopeful is lost again. I am alone on this horrible plane of existance, Her beautiful scent gone, Again I'm left with the stench, Only my thoughts, And that terrible stench.