Insanity's Cold Embrace

A nightmare that continues to haunt...

A vision of mangled bodies, scattered like leaves,
The color red was all I could see,
My throat tightens, and my stomach heaves,
A handful of blood they have turned into a sea.

Even as I turn my head, left and right,
Everywhere are pieces of what my comrades used to be,
I clench my jaw and shut my eyes tight,
Just so that this nightmare I could flee.

My skin is damp with sweat and grime,
And I feel thick lifeblood rain down as if to indite,
I choke on bile as I force myself not to see this crime,
And I claw at my throat to stop its burning bite.

I swallow the vile solution, its taste acidic,
The spattering sound of blood is almost chaotic,
And I steel myself for what is sure to be a horrific sight,
When I opened my eyes, my body froze in fright.

I sprung up on the bed, my heart pounding erratically,
And I gasp for breath as tears streamed down on my face,
I try to return and keep my grip on reality frantically,
For I think I am starting to feel insanity's cold embrace.