Hollowed Victory

I am running through the burning streets, the painted sky guides me to hell.

The wind rages on, my feet are melting by the siege.

The sirens wail, the bombs, the awful scenes, no breakthrough.

The poison, the heat

This is the moment, when my soul is taken by the light. My body's aching, limbs are breaking, justified again.

Hollowed Victory

Cooked alive by the heat, in the cellars, no escape, the true horror. Bodies melting, whether you survive was simply a matter of luck. Humans, heads down, legs down.

The poison, the heat.