Submissions by MrCobyChan

The Aftermath.

You hear the screaming and disembowelment of your fellow team mate.
The piercing screams surreptitiously take over your sanity.
The church bell rings, you carry the box, with a mind full of hate.
The enemys engulfed in vanity.
You knew what was coming.
Death’s beat was drumming.
“Destroy the fuckers” Were your buddies’ last words.
He slowly went pale, his vision blurred.
He is dead.

MrCobyChan 2012 (C)