the bones are weakening, and the flesh is rotting.
The heart is beating in time to underground blasts; bursting cells with each explosion.
Breathing in the hot lava bursts.
Tears of blood stream down tearing tender flesh.
Deep inside, the spirit is fighting for it knows instinctively escape is looming closer ...
where is the strength? to escape?
Emotion has ebbed so low
fighting but no where to go
the warrior fights bravely though pointlessly
The fight is over, but the spirit is not in synch
It pushes the warrior harder
Eyes no longer seeing
Arm ripped away from sockets
Legs hacked from the knee
but the warrior stands still and unmoving
for his unseen spirit is still alive
trying to escape
No one sees the warrior
No one will remember the warrior
he is but one of many
All he has is pain
All he has is warm blood
all he has is his spirit
Bleed warrior Bleed
He is you and he is me