The Survivor

You survivor

Of ghastly bombs and gutfucking bullets,

How does it feel

To stand in an ocean 

Reeking of rotting human flesh

To hear the bones crack under your step

You survivor

Alone in this world of the dead

You’re no more than a living corpse

Dead to the departed.

You’ll find a way back to humanity

I’m sure,

But what will you tell them?

That only you survived?

They’ll probably think you killed them

You’ll be called a traitor.

You survivor

Why do you smile so..?..Wait…You didn’t..did you?