Fear to Tread

There are places
That I will not tread
Of those places
Places of the dead
For they speak
To me of their pains
Their bones creak
For a life to gain

I can hear
Their pitiful cries
See their tears
Of when they died
Tales of rape
And of murder
Bound in tape
Death by torture

The death smell
Clogs my head
Why the hell
Are so many dead?
This sodden ground
Like a holocaust
Open graves pound
At a heavy cost

I am the one
Who only hears
But still I run
From my fears
They want life
Any or my own
Take a knife
Into the bone
Written by HadesRising
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