How far have I been walking in this grass of grey with no home,in a hellish place with no sole can rest from this place in hells hole. Where man as to fight to survive from this land of hell. Where no man can hold a sword and where the dead man rise. Some days I wonder if ill get out of this hell garden of the dead.
I am now a dying man in this hell and I wish not to be one of them. One of the dammed dead souls whose soul has left and now is an empty shell. I can no longer see the light all I see is black. I am now a dead man walking in a see of red. And I no longer can bare the chains of the living man I am now a dead man walking in a sea of red.