Through The Eyes Of The Dead

Like a thousand plagues over my soul and the smell coming
from behind the trees makes me sick it brings flash backs
from the past haunting me reddish gold and silver a hint of rust
and blood my eyes they burn from the dying embers once known
as me they suffocate the dying embers once known as me
I can't make out the names on the wall they're rusted and covered
with blood take my hands force feed me trauma take my hands
and nail them together take all that I see and force feed me trauma
as the candle light fades my hands are nailed together
my eyes burn one last kiss from my sweet sarin force fed trauma