Into 'The Darkness' Within

...and this trench is my grave, framed by a shell burst

An empty pit, save for the lost soul of a ghost cursed

And I can sense its sodden soil upon my rotting skin

Not even a rat is wandering; into 'the darkness' within

A whistle blew and I went over the top, as planned

And now I'm somewhere in the dark in no man's land

Slogging through the mud and ankle deep in the shit

Lost in a noxious gossamer fog (I'm in the thick of it)

I'm grasped by cutting barbs, that dig in, then shred

I try to escape, but I realise I'm going nowhere instead

And it's so cold and I'm bitter and chilled to the bone

But I'm trapped, like a rat, in a fetid bog that was loam

Now there's a flare in the air and it's burning bright

Illuminating this nowhere place from black to white

So I look around, for I need to see what I can see

But there is no one else here, there is only me...

...on my knees between the lines in a muddy mire

Being torn asunder by the rusty barbs of coiled wire

And I'm praying I'm not prey caught in the crosshairs

But I've lost my faith and I don't believe God cares

There's a report of a shot and a sickening... THUD!

And I know it's the end for there's blood in the mud

My sight is waning and I'm paralysed in novocaine skin

And now the angel is fading; into 'the darkness' within...