Silence

Dance of Death

Deadening silence,

Eating at my nerves,

Out there they wait,

Knowing...

Seven comrades,

Side by side,

Riddled with red holes,

Punctured,

Air sucked out...

Pallid faces stare back,

Accusing...

It is time,

Time to dance,

Dance the dance of Death...

Numb fingers pillage,

Remove all munitions,

Each bullet, 

Given a prayer,

Guide their way,

To fleshy sanctuary.

Outside guns bark,

Spewing lead,

Seeking to leave me dead.

Close eyes,

Seek inner calm,

Ready for one last dance...

Springing out like a cat,

Upon a mouse.

Curdling demonic scream,

Join my R4 to their tune,

Metallic bursts,

As guided projectiles fly,

Embedding everywhere...

Hail of bullets like a meteor shower,

Ricochet, 

Claim their marks,

Answer my prayers.

Blood pumps from holes,

Ripped into mortals,

Souls flee,

Finally set free.

I dance between the carnage,

Of dying mens screams,

Oblivious,

Uncaring,

Sanity lost as...

As I dance, the dance of Death.

My fellows tags jingle,

As I slide and lurch,

To each new partner,

We dance awhile,

As I teach them the steps,

Relieving them of precious life.

Deep down,

Feel the pain,

As I feel the warmth escape,

Stumble,

Growing weak,

I carry on the dance of Death...

Today I take with me,

A horde of vile men,

To the deepest pit in Hell.

Never will they discover heaven.

Fall upon my knees,

Gun smoking hot,

Lays before me,

Final song of the gun played.

Around me carcasses lie,

In repose of death,

Colour draining,

Eyes lusterless,

Milky...

My dance is done,

My comrades are calling,

But first,

My last repast...

Pull the pins,

One by one,

Hold the apples to my chest,

Craddle them as I fall,

Hellish smile upon my face.

Wait for those I now hate.

My life exits,

I stare at what once was me...

Around me are those I have slain,

Saddness on one and all.

Watch four men,

They laugh,

Shoot my dead body...

I feel nothing.

They bend and turn me over,

Stare at my sick smile,

A strangled scream,

As they see my surprise.

Boom!

Shrapenal flies,

Ripping, tearing,

Gorging on flesh.

Four more souls, 

Stand by me.

Funnily, 

Thought I would be happy,

Yet...

Death comes to claim,

Drags us all to Hell,

Satan sits upon his throne,

Before him are my comrades,

United we are once more.