Out on the war field

You wander through the dark dirty streets. The city looks like some surreal battlefield. Somewhere on the edge of the future Your mind lies dead. Somewhere in the past The Ghosts are calling you. The war is the same but the battle field has changed. Ugly shadows run wild in your mind You search the streets of this unholy city Looking for a shrine to confess your guilt. You tried to leave them dead and buried behind. You cannot see their graves are in your mind. The stench of decayed memories fills the air. In every face, the Enemy stares at you. Frantically you run through the streets. Your weapons are useless againts the Living Dead. You reach the shelter and bolt the doors in your mind. But the Ghosts are screaming...they're screaming for you.