Bloodlands

I am lost and sickened

Disoriented by this bleak environment

How I came to be here escapes my memory

This is a desert, deep scarlet grains

Stretch the horizon and the sickly brown sky

Gale force winds pepper my face

The sand tastes foul

The sand tastes like blood

Savagely cruel, barren expanse

The atmosphere, a caustic fog

Every breath reminds me of pain

Dust of dried blood filling my lungs

On the horizon I see a chasm

A distant pulse begins to beat

Suddenly a flash

Specter of the past

Vision of mass murder

Torrents of blood

The vision quickly ends

The wasteland still beckons

Plodding toward the chasm

I hear rushing liquid

My mind cannot conceive

The massacre I behold

An infinite river of cadavers

Buoyant in their own blood

Vertigo engulfs my brain as

My body fails and drops

A million corpses staring

Straining to survive

Limbs flailing in the blood

Grapple with headless bodies

Hands of the dead are pulling me downward

Drowning in this river

Intestines are alive, like tentacles they choke

Situation hopeless, I submit to the fury of the river

Paralyzed with terror

Thousands of their thoughts are entering my mind

Conscious on their level

Every tortured death is experienced at once

Drowning in their anguish

Ordeal of their deaths now saturates my brain

Vengeful corpses shrieking

Genocide, genocide, genocide, genocide