On these days
With no light
Mental haze
Or is it night
With shells a blaze
eyes glowing bright
and bodies lain
on blankets of white
No tears of joy
are shed today
Let to employ
this hostile way
The way of savage
and man alike
When we digress
to a lower life
instinct locks in
when death is nigh
don't fight to win
but to survive
it is no problem
to stomach this filth
Knowing that battle
turns all to silt