Death and despair are always near,
A jungle of war,
Swords collide between flamingo heads
And snakes bodies.
A hunter prowls, gun in hand,
Ready to shoot at any second,
An unknown monster stalks,
Prepared to pounce in a moments notice.
A cave man looks over dead bodies,
Of fellow humans in a river of blood,
The souls of the deceased hovering
Around his weedy home.
A dark storm draws closer,
As a stampede of animals race past,
The old woman sweeping
Slowly falls to the bottom of a tangled mess.
A young woman is found
Lying cold and breathless on a cattail,
A man nearby carry the murderous
Stick covered in sticky crimson.
A man reaches for his fading love
In the depths of lush forest,
A guardian angel flies to receive her,
Stealing her away from the grieving soldier.
The soldier carries a friend upon his back
Before the devil darts to take him home.
A baby jumps out of a man’s neck
And sits upon a headless body.
Men and women dance
Below the demon that flies above them
A hunched over old man throws the grenade
That ends the silence.