The corrupted smell didn’t affect me.
For I saw no further,
I got up, walked out the door,
As I was no observer.
The street was colourless, no-one was there.
Nothing left, not a single hair.
I continued walking, I had nothing to fear.
Because I didn’t know, death was near.
I stopped for a minute, looked at my tracks.
I’d gone too far, I couldn’t go back.
I remembered my mum, standing by the door.
I’d gone North, never been that way before.
With a gun in my hand, I had a frown,
As most of the men had been shot down.
The family – the life – I used to know,
Was getting lost in the rising snow.
Blood, there was blood everywhere,
Enough to say that I didn’t care,
A bullet went straight through my chest.
Blood on my hands, blood on my vest.
My life flashed before my lost eyes.
There was no one there to say goodbye.
A red cross filled my vision,
Life or death…there is no decision…