Torrents of blood
Buoyant in their own blood
Vision of mass murder
Straining to survive
Ordeal of their deaths now saturates my brain
Plodding toward the chasm
How I came to be here escapes my memory
Intestines are alive, like tentacles they choke
My body fails and drops
Thousands of their thoughts are entering my mind
My mind cannot conceive
Grapple with headless bodies
The massacre I behold
An infinite river of cadavers
The atmosphere, a caustic fog
This is a desert, deep scarlet grains
The sand tastes foul
Savagely cruel, barren expanse
Every breath reminds me of pain
The wasteland still beckons
Paralyzed with terror
Drowning in their anguish
A million corpses staring
On the horizon I see a chasm
Suddenly a flash
Limbs flailing in the blood
Vengeful corpses shrieking
Specter of the past
Situation hopeless, I submit to the fury of the river
Conscious on their level
Dust of dried blood filling my lungs
A distant pulse begins to beat
Every tortured death is experienced at once
Hands of the dead are pulling me downward
I hear rushing liquid
Drowning in this river
Gale force winds pepper my face
Vertigo engulfs my brain as
The sand tastes like blood
The vision quickly ends
Stretch the horizon and the sickly brown sky
