It's not going so well. That's really all that I can get myself to tell. It's a struggle for me to keep above water, when I'm in the middle of this meaningless slaughter. I keep telling myself that I will survive, but everything is in an endless and continues dive. When I look up all I see is empty eyes and dark lies. When I look around shells are cracking, and guns are banging, making projectiles whistling and blood drizzling. It's a chaos.
I look behind me, I gasp as hell gates clasp. No sense or justice are served when rules are curved, so well as pain observed.
I carry on digging my own grave, I am no hero I have no one to save. I am not screaming, just seeing how people fall in vain, without any opportunity to gain, just a single breath of "clean air". That is where I shoot my flare into the sky, in a hope so needless, I might see an angle fly. The clouds turn dark, and with time, "hope" quits leaving a mark.
So dear beloved God, please give me a sign, lead me a path, so I can leave this awful place behind.