Hounds of Death

By Icebird

Consuming around me, the dark consumes my soul.
eating at my saneness I begin to break
I hear the screams, I hear the thunder
I heart the barks of humans under fire.
They melt away like the howls of wolves on the hunt.
The inferno of paper dies so quickly
Is life not precious? What does God torture us so?
Barking, barking, the dogs are let loose. Small, big, fast, strong, all can take.
Today we sit, crying in our beds. We can feel them as the scythe takes them away.
Why do we torture ourselves so? Barking, barking, when the barking stops
It goes and goes. Dreams of torture now consume us.
Dark and gloom is all I feel, the dirt around me, like a mother holding me.
The mud is in my face, I cannot hear. The barking, barking, it drives me mad
I see the faces, so pale and green. I hear the howls of the wounded scream.
The gas smells. The green glow of night descends and all is lost.
I see bright light. It carries me up to the clouds above me.
I see my dog, I see my cat, I see my ones so dear. The barking is gone now.
I can rest.
Barking, barking, it’s the barking that drives you mad.