Bloody BeachThe bloody beach draws forthMore Like This
the rusted voice of the commander is faint
buried beneath the sound of gunshots
and the whizzing of rusty bullets.
The beach is paved with skulls
the water stained red.
It's almost impossible to count
the thousands of dead.
Going through his mind is how to escape
the hell he is trapped within.
Nowhere to step, nowhere to hide
he's in the midst of humanity's evil side.
He feels horror as his boot sinks in the blood-soaked shore
It's a sickening reminder of the horror of war.
Everything goes slowly; men move like snails
he can't get out of his head the soldiers' wails.
He had the chance,