I see decaying flesh
I smell the disease and death
I feel the warm blood... cool then crust
I taste the smoke of the burnt bodies...

I can't think straight,
Never was able to
Now i'm back to seeing the morbid things,
Bodies hanging on trees...

Are you scared now?
I hope so!
NO! I don't want you to be scared!
Oh..., but I do...

Now where am I?
I feel the ground tremble
Or is it me?
I feel my lungs collapse,
But I'm still breathing...

The world is tilting,
Or is it me?
I can't think straight
Need to breathe
Need to calm my erratic heart!

Damn! I want to hurt people! I want to be able to decide when they die!
No... I don't want that!
Or do I?