By the graves of all those hollow eyes
where the ravens fight for a morsel of meat
I sit in death and contemplate my complaint

I hear the screaming,
watch the shallow graves
see the dead reaching out

A cold mist envelopes me
I am joining that kingdom soon
so waiting for the embrace of forever

All my nightmares die with me
all the horridness of war
a task never completed

So as I lay myself to rest
I hear the screaming
and one of the voices, is mine

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris