Death incarnate

I’ve been afraid to sleep.

I had dreams of the deep.

Violence in the streets.

Dead bodies flood the way.

And a wondering of how it became this way.

And then, a sea of red and black.

I had been shot in the back.

I didn’t feel a damn thing.

Look at the ruin that we bring.

From fires, from gas, to everyone amassed.

This scenario will not pass.

Diseases that breed.

Bodies that bleed.

For this indeed, is what I’ve seen.